Chapter 19: The Flaw
We removed our coats and placed them on bronze hooks in the foyer. I looked up at him and guessed that he had to be six-four or maybe even taller.
“Who are you?” I asked, slipping out of my boots, leaving them on a small Oriental rug that was a gift from Kat.
“Hays…Hays Golden.”
The name fit him since he had a bushy head of blond hair, blond scruff on his chin, and dreamy eyes. I guessed he was my age, built better, and pretty for a guy. He smelled like m*******a and booze.
“Follow me into the living room.”
“Can I have something warm to drink?”
“Coffee or tea?” I asked over my right shoulder.
“Scotch,” he replied. “It’s the only thing that can warm me up.” Inside the living room he sat down on a loveseat and looked around, observing its knickknacks, novels, and
