C38 CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT

He’s even closer now and it’s impossible not to…well, inhale him. Pine. He smells like pine and man and for a second I imagine him sitting in that big leather chair of his out in a forest cabin somewhere, just having come in from chopping wood.

“Interesting,” he says under his breath and I startle back to the moment. “He decided not to go for a coaxial motor design