Chapter 266
"Treeeee Truuunk!" I ran for Baruch and jumped on his back, pressing a loud kiss to the side of his head while pretending to dry hump him, and that's when I saw the unfamiliar man.
Kippah wearing, no Rasha ring, fit but "gym fit," not killing-demons fit. Like he'd calculated the exact number of reps to get his lightly muscled physique, the perfect match to his tan, but not-overtly-so skin. This had to be the rabbi that ran this chapter.
I slid off Tree Trunk, he of the Zen expressions, whose twinkle of amusement could be construed as outright hysterical laughter, steeling myself for the rabbi's disapproval.
"Nava, hi." The rabbi extended a hand for me to shake. This was such unexpected behavior that I gaped until Baruch cleared his throat. "I'm Rabbi Wahl. Welcome to Los Angeles."