At her niece’s question, Tracy Hayden looked up from the stack of invoices she was logging into her business’s accounting system. She smiled at Emily, who was playing a game on the other home-office computer. “They don’t have bar codes on their bums, so you can’t just pick...
A dozen men, half bare chested and half wearing sleeveless vests were embroiled in a game of American football. She’d never seen such a prime collection of six-packs, glutes and pecs. “Holy cr—” Maggie cut Tracy off with a stern look. “Little pitche...