Chapter 3
“Well, come in, and who’s this?” I barked heartily, if with a large amount of what-the-hell-are-you-doing-to-me?
Now, I’m of average build, with enough muscles that I could strip off at the gym and not be ashamed. Enough everything, actually, if I do say so myself. I was good-looking in a dark haired, golden-skinned kind of way, with cupid-bowed lips and breath-taking sparkly deep-sea blue eyes. Even with my blue hair to match, or maybe because of it, I knew I was good looking. There was no fakeness to me, no pretense. It was all natural beauty, the kind only good health and high cheekbones can give you, and, my mother used to say, cod liver oil as a toddler.