Words 65 from NaNo: They Meet
“ConBottony?” The polite combination of confusion and certainty – after all, T-shirt with the word stretched over my C-cups – tinged the pleasant baritone voice and melted my insides for a second.
“Mr. Aleman?” I responded.
He sighed with relief, sticking out his right hand, his left carrying a military duffle bag. “Please call me Brent.”
Oh, he is so not going to fit in my car.