Chapter 32
He chuckled, not commenting on the amount of rum I poured into each bowl. “Did you go to university?”
I shook my head. “Nah. Had the opportunity to work here and become foreman, and I couldn’t pass it up, since my parents needed the money for health bills at the time. I don’t regret it, but I still do KenKen puzzles from time to time to keep my brain sharp.”
“Yeah? I like the nine by nine ones—the more complicated, the better.”
“Me, too.”
Sam smiled, gesturing toward me with his spoon. “All that, and beauty, too.”
“Aw shucks, Mr. Professor, I’m just a simple country boy.” We laughed at each other and finished our bowls, so I shared out a third helping. I was beginning to feel a little lightheaded.
He laughed. “I highly doubt that statement, Bo Clack. You’re smart, gorgeous and you know it.”
“You’re a discerning man, Sam Kinsey,” I replied sagely, wanting to lick the bit of melted sherbet that dribbled down his chin.