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The stranger standing inshoulders ended where his sleeves did, revealing two very tan and well-developed are box

He glanced down curiously “Why are you barefoot?’

I’d taken my shoes off to spare them the mess Now I had paint all over s… everywhere but the here it needed to be, apparently

“Who the hell are you?”

He bent at the knees, setting the box on the floor without breaking his s out one hand When I didn’t shake it right away, he lowered it to his side “I’m here for my room”

I was totally dumbfounded “Your room?”

“Yes”

I couldn’t help but snicker, even as I stepped out of the paint tray “Well I think you’ve got the wrong house, Brandon”

“You sure?”

“Look around The real question is are you sure?”

Brandon’s eyes moved slowly around the interior of the old Victorian house He reached behind him and pulled a piece of paper from his pocket It was a very nice pocket, attached to a very nice ass That part I tried not to notice, but it was a little difficult

“430 Blydenburg,” he read “That’s here, right?”

“Maybe”

“The old Delta Delta Tau house?”

“Yeahhh…” I ado maybe” My eyes narrowed “And?”