Chapter 12: Favor
Ten minutes after Faye left, I collected the dishes from the back patio. I started to wash them by hand when my ex-boyfriend, Clay Johnsen, found his way inside my Tudor without knocking and stepped into the kitchen, startling me.
I immediately grabbed a butter knife, swung it in the direction of his throat, and screamed like a girl, frightened. Then I recognized his Italian-dark skin and deep brown eyes.
While dropping the butter knife into the kitchen sink, I yelled, “What the f**k, Clay? You can’t just barge in here like that!”
Clay ended up being quite good with wood, but worked with other media. Years and years as a carpenter had created the most beautiful body a man could have and a mind for construction. Six-one, cleft in his chin, beefy chest and arms, slim hi
