“Yes it is,” he answered, thinking this attractive and unnamed brunette looked familiar.“And do you drive a transit bus?” She asked, looking i...to his hazel green eyes.“Yes, as a matter of fact, I do.”“I thought you looked familiar. You look different out of your uniform.”“Better I hope,” he smiled.“You certainly do. I’ve ridden on your bus several times. I’ll say that you certainly drive a bus smoother than the drivers do in Toronto. I just moved to Trenton from Toronto a few weeks ago, and I’m. It’s fine.”But from the way Roddrick and Rayner looked at him, they knew it wasn’t. It only made sense; his list of accomplishments recently had a pile of dead allies attached to it. A feat hardly worthy of praise.“Sorry, I have my reasons,” Roddrick said.Axel waved him away, forcing a smile to his lips. “No need. Look, the others are back.”Axel took the excuse to walk off, and he heard Rayner whispering to Roddrick heatedly as he made his escape.Rayner was a good friend. He’d assumed Roddrick. But take my name and phone number just in case. You don't even have to look at it if you decide that way. I really would like to see you again."He folded the paper and placed it in Amber's hand. She closed her hand automatically and at last said, "OK. I'll try to think about it. Thank you again, Chris." Then she turned and entered the stairwell.When the alarm went off at four-thirty, Amber reached and shut it off even as her mind slowly came awake enough to realize what she was doing. She. He had a terrible broken nose that just ruined his good looks because the thing that impressed me the most was that he was muscular like a wrestler or a fighter. His wife Gwen was not much to look at but I will give her credit for being slender and agile. She told me that she had been a cheerleader in high school, but I couldn't picture her in a cheerleader costume.It was a good session with the kids because they were both sound asleep upstairs and I only had to check on them now and then to.