75 Chapter 75

Kendall slid his gaze along the barrel of a gun, beaded with drops of rain. Christ Almighty, what the hell was going on here? He actually didn't want to think what might be. Not since electric currents had passed down the backs of his legs after his buttocks had brushed ... what exactly? As for the business with the gun, his mouth had hung open as it had not in years.

He had never found other men attractive. Ever. Twice now, in the space of two days, he had found himself unnerved by this one. Babs could not have left him in such a bad way.

Unless?

He tightened his finger on the trigger and focused his gaze on the exact spot he was going to hit, the spot he had the right to hit. Damn it all to hell. Never mind facing a murder charge for a boot-wrecking nincompoop, what if this wasn't a boy?

He tilted his chin. A woman at a man's chess tournament though? She'd be arrested for fraud.

No.

He cocked his eyebrow. He had a clear shot, and he must take it. Now.