Contessa Winfield's halo disappeared."Good morning," the physician greeted her. "Do you know me?"Angie grinned and nodded. "Hi, Tess."The doctor was a...friend of Angie's, one of several who had cheered her on from amongst the crowd during the race. They had first met five years ago when Angie did some building design work for her ex-boyfriend, Tess's employer Doug Ramsay.Angie was a Dallas architect and University of Texas teaching assistant when she wasn't running. Doug Ramsay was a former. There was no answer. He tried the door and it was locked. He put his shoulder to the door and forced it open. He yelled out and there was no answer. He waved to the others to let them know he was OK, and then went inside the house. He found a veritable treasure trove as he looked around. What looked like a Ming vase was on a table in the parlor. He'd seen one in Ft. Worth when 'The Clay Army' had paid a visit there a few years back. This caused him pause. If there was a Ming here, what else was. Four trucks looked complete and there was a stainless steel bed that was having the locks installed. That thing was bright. It might be too much and maybe we needed to use brushed stainless steel.Al said we had forgotten something important. He needed to have a metal plate made that said, 'Manufactured by S&S Enterprises, Inc.' with our telephone number screwed to the bedHe was right, that should be done before we shipped a truck.Al then handed me a small oblong plate cut from scrap stainless. To me, he was one of the sexiest men I had ever seen. He'd done time for armed robbery when he was younger and the member of biker gang. He'd left that life behind after his release, but he still looked the part and still rode his 66 panhead on warmer days. The rumble of that bike coming up our street would get my heart racing every time. My palms were sweaty as I gripped my fishing pole tighter, unsure what to say. I had intentionally wore my tightest pair of jeans and a big sweater against.