I figured since I've come this far, I might as well check to see if she had any interesting pics. I quickly scanned through the images and found that ...they were mostly shots of her guy friends skating at King's Skatepark. Tracy hung out there a lot because that was her thing. She's a skateboarding chic, not to mention a total slob. But you knew that already.I was about to shut off the camera because the pics were so lame when a picture filled the screen that made me do a double-take: I couldn't. I raised my eyebrow. ‘I think it’s only fair that I get the same deal.’ He chuckled again. The deep male rumble caused me to shiver. I could really get to like being around this man. ‘Cale.’ I grinned and let the name roll around my tongue a moment before I let it slip through my lips. ‘Cale.’ I raised my hand to his cheek. ‘I’ll see you at nine-thirty.’ I stepped forward and planted a chaste kiss on his lips. The elevator doors opened just as I stepped back, and I turned without a. Meri wife ki ek friend hai, jiska name Seema hai. Wo apne husband ke sath rehti thi, aur unhone ek society me 1 bhk ka flat liya hua tha. Seema ka husband marketing ki job karta tha, aur kaam ki wajah se kayi baar out of city bhi rehta tha.Wo apni gaadi se 20 march ko yaha se Mumbai ke liye nikla tha, aur usko kisi client ke paas jaana tha. Sab kuch theek-thaak chal raha tha. Fir 21 ko morning mein mujhe meri wife ki call aayi. Usne mujhe bataya, ki Seema ke husband ko cold jaisa aur khaasi bhi. Six rooms. A, B, C, D, E, F. Huh – alphabetical order. Remembering at least Holzclaw and Kingsley from upstairs, I rushed up to the third floor. Sure enough, starting at the stairs, left to right going down the hall, G, H, I, J, K, L. If there was another room, it would be M, but it was just that office door.I'm not one to admire artwork, especially stuff so obscure as a couple of landscapes hanging on the back wall of the third floor of a nondescript B&B, but I inspected the paintings on.