Private Investigator

So here he stood, horns blearing outside the window and looking down at the lawyer's neatly scripted signature on the letter. He decided right then and there as the brass bells chimed to give the lawyer two weeks. He could go at least that long without responding. In the mean time he would gather what he could to sell starting with his Ford Explorer.

He turned toward the door and placed his eyes on the most utterly breathtaking woman he had ever seen. He stayed conscious of his jaw and made certain at did not noticeably drop. He quickly searched his memory for the last time he looked into the mirror and couldn't remember anything disgusting hanging from his nose. First impressions were the most important and he was not going to blow this obvious peak to his otherwise dismal Wednesday afternoon.

The delicate beauty of this woman's face was framed by brown hair with amber highlights settling nicely on her tanned shoulders. She sighed honestly as she removed the white sunglasses and revealed two crystal-blue eyes that were both sad and sexy. Her small mouth spread into a shaky smile as she asked, "Are you open today?"

John hurried around the bulky desk his father had given him as a business opening present and grabbed the back of one of the two matching wooden chairs he had on hand for walk-ins. "Sure am," he said a little too eagerly. "What can I do for you?"