Five Years Ago - Chad
Chad checks the door number against the address on the letter, then knocks. It’s a good building in a good area. An apartment here would not be cheap.
The door opens, and he strides across to the concierge, a tall, slender man of perhaps twenty-five or so. He has golden-brown skin, eyes like rich, dark coffee, framed by long lashes and a well-formed expressive mouth.
“Yes, sir. What can I do for you?”
“I’m looking for Jennifer Bennett. Is she in?”
The concierge shakes his head. “I’m sorry, we have no-one of that name here.” His gaze travels up and down Chad; tall, well-muscled, with corn-blond hair and cornflower-blue eyes.
“How about Jenny Conners?”
“Oh, that Jenny, the red-haired girl. Yes, I know her. She's a stunner that one, isn't she?” He hesitates. “If y
