Chapter 15: Hah. Trying to Put Me in My Place?

Terrance Lyson deliberately changed into a crisp, fitted casual set and even worked a little hair wax through his bangs. He preened in the mirror for a good while before finally heading out. When he got downstairs, Nora Scurr's Red BMW was already parked at the curb. He jogged over in a few long strides. The moment he climbed in, the view hit him like a punch to the gut. Nora wore denim hot pants that showed off legs that seemed to go on forever. A tight, midriff-baring T-shirt hugged her waist,...