Oliver
The animal shelter looms before us, my worst nightmare come true. It"s an ugly, loud, smelly place in an even uglier part of town, yet Camile seems unfazed.
"I need to immerse myself in the case,” she says confidently, her assurance of her track record ringing in my ears. She slides on a brown leather jacket and steps out of the car. Heads turn, the work crew stopping in their tracks as they eye her curves. “I need to know everything there is to know about this guy.”
One of the workers considers asking her out, while another man old enough to be her grandfather waves to her with a drooling grin.
I consider my martial arts training; Father"s forced lessons I loathed but now appreciate for their benefit. He wanted me to “act like a man,” and I hated every second. The upside is I c
