“Kenny? Is that you?”
I looked behind me and saw the guy who’d gushed all over me at the gym that morning about my spin class.
“Hey, uh…” I lifted an eyebrow, and he got my drift.
“Sonny Bonhomie.”
The name suited his personality. He smiled at me as he sat at my table, uninvited. I noted that he wore bicycle shorts and a matching skin-tight top. He looked good, but I wasn’t interested right then. My mind was occupied elsewhere.
“I didn’t know you came here for coffee,” he continued, stretching his legs out under the table to touch my feet.
I moved my chair back. “Not often.” I needed to get rid of him, since Cypher would arrive shortly. Biff’s brother had been pleased at my call and was looking forward to meeting with me. I was still on the ledge about that, though.
“So, um, you sin
