“Yes, I’m free. Uh, thanks for the invitation.”
“Wonderful! I’ll be wearing khakis and something, so don’t feel you have to dress up. Come about seven?”
“Sure. Can I bring anything?”
“Only your criminally sexy self, Mr. Cox. I’ll let you get back to the s*x organs of flowers, or whatever you were doing. Can’t wait until Saturday.”
It was Brody’s turn to chuckle. “Me neither, Mr. Lynch, me neither.”
He called Justin back and accepted the invitation for Sunday dinner, reminding himself to tell Bobby at work the next day that he wouldn’t be having dinner with him and Sam that weekend.
* * * *
Tuesday evening after work Brody stopped by Nelly’s for a beer, a burger and onion rings. He didn’t see anyone he knew. A couple of the older patrons gave him come-hither looks, but he just smiled
