Chapter 25: What Toby Reads
10:11 P.M.
Toby dries off with a fluffy blue towel next to the pool. Head first, shoulders, chest, private parts, ass and back, and his legs. He places the towel over a chaise lounge that sits next to the pool, drying it out overnight, which might be a challenge since the humidity is so thick, and probably won’t break for the next few days. His cellphone beeps inside the house and he escapes the pool area, having every intention of fetching the device.
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It’s King calling, he determines, studying the man’s name on the cellphone’s screen. Toby decides to take the call and says, “What’s going on, King?”
“Are you at Denver’s, house-sitting?”
“For the next few days. Through the holiday.”
“Can I come over with a girl and swim tomorrow? It’s supposed to b
