They say he’s huge, enormous, a babymaker so big it crosses state lines.
Bobby Silver—disgraced quarterback, legend, local gigolo.
I couldn’t care less.
I just want his boat.
I’m a broker. I help the rich obtain the unobtainable.
So when my latest client tells me he wants a certain hillbilly house boat, I’m seriously confused.
I thought it would be an easy sell, but Mr. Silver’s playing hard to get.
Knockout eyes, all the muscle, a third leg that’s the town tourist attractio...
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They say he’s huge, enormous, a babymaker so big it crosses state lines.
Bobby Silver—disgraced quarterback, legend, local gigolo.
I couldn’t care less.
I just want his boat.
I’m a broker. I help the rich obtain the unobtainable.
So when my latest client tells me he wants a certain hillbilly house boat, I’m seriously confused.
I thought it would be an easy sell, but Mr. Silver’s playing hard to get.
Knockout eyes, all the muscle, a third leg that’s the town tourist attraction…
He might be king of the hill around here, but I’ve never left a job without getting what I want, and those big blues aren’t going to be my undoing.
It doesn’t help he’s become a starring role in my fantasies.
That I’m maybe the tiniest, teensiest bit curious.
Because hooking up with him would be disaster of biblical proportions.
And I’m not ready to meet my maker just yet.
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