Chapter 9
“He could be your grandpa.”
He chuckled. “A bit of an exaggeration.”
Josh scooted closer and peered at the screen. “A hot dog salesman? Are you kidding me?”
“Hot dog salesmen need love too.”
“You’re an attorney. This guy is not in your league. Please.Next.”
Patrick went to click on the picture of the second guy.
“Oh, no. That guy’s an axe murderer if ever I saw one.”
Patrick blinked and focused on the guy’s picture. He looked like an average guy who could be a next door neighbor. “You can’t tell that by looking at him.”
Josh sighed, leaning close enough for Patrick to smell his fresh clean scent, and reached for the mouse, yanking it out of Patrick’s hand. He skipped several pictures and landed on about the sixth one before double clicking.
“What was wrong with three, four, and five? Were they axe murderers, too?” His lips twitched.