“Sorry I’m late, Ms. Parks,” Zachary said in a low voice. “I was cut off by some idiot out there and couldn’t find a parking space.”

Ms. Parks smiled sweetly. “Not a problem, Mr. Davis. This time.” The later was a warning. “Now,” the sweet demeanor returned, “go take a seat.”

He nodded, then hurried to the vacant seat next to mine. This just kept getting better. I said nothing, but watched inconspicuously. I was 5’4”, but he was much taller, 6’2” to be exact. My sense of measurement was perfect, having experience over the years. He had broad shoulders that fell to a narrow waist and hips. I could...