Page 145 of Black Reign

“She had…”

I wait.

He appears to realize he's speaking to me, not Jalen.

“Curves.”

I continue staring.

He sighs.

“Big boobs, Blackwell. Is that medically precise enough?”

My brain stalls.

I hadn't imagined that.

Not once.

Vesper in my head has always been fragments.

Caramel hair.

A mouth.

Bare shoulder.

Slim line of thigh.

Nothing assembled.

Never enough to construct the whole woman.

Now Drew has handed me a California blonde with bright blue eyes, tanned skin, and a body apparently memorable enough to defeat his vocabulary.

That can't be right.

“Are you sure?”

He laughs.

“About breasts?”

“About the woman.”

“Yeah.”

“What was she doing?”

“Standing at the bar.”

“Alone?”

“Mostly.”

“Talking to anyone?”

“Everybody.”