Chapter Four
Sax let the strip of torn cloth drop away revealing her bare leg and smoothed her t-shirt. She shuffled her feet and pushed her glasses up her nose with her index finger. “Huh, Dad this is Bryce Kelly. He’s a customer—”
Her father had to pick now to come in, just when she was getting her hug on. And Bryce was the best hugger ever.
“Customer? Of what? A brothel? This ’aint no house of ill repute, mister. We sell antiques. If you’re lookin’ for some whoopee you’ve come to the wrong place.” Sax’s cheeks grew warm. Her father acted so nuts sometimes.
Bryce laughed and held out his hand. “No, sir of course not. I was in the shop the other day and Saxony and Bertie were helping me pick out a few items for my new house. I recently moved to town.”
Her father’s hazel
