“Skylar,” she greets me as I approach.
The water is choppy this morning. The Warming Hut’s nestled near the Golden Gate Bridge, but that does little to shield it from the elements. Although there’s a crack of sunrise in the East, it’s still mostly chilly and dark where we are.
“Hi,” I say, shaking hands with Chris as we meet. I’m surprised because she isn’t what I expected. Chris is tiny and blonde, and while older than me, has that eternal youthful glow. She’s definitely a sexy librarian.
“Thanks for coming out to meet me so early,” she says. “I’m staying North of the city right now, until this blows over and he’s caught.”
“What do you mean?” Then it hits me. Chris Smith is blonde.
She can...

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