Biker-in-law's Death Kiss
Hair combed out of his face in backward waves, a black Roman cut Brioni suit, and a Zegna shirt that was the exact color of my suit.
Was this another one of his antics? Had he seen me when I left for work?
Dean walked past me to hug him like he had last seen him a decade ago.
He patted his back even though Colt was not hugging him back.
Dean stepped back with a wide smile on his face, “This is what I am talking about. See?” his voice dropped now, “I’d like to see those old geezers talk shit about you.”
He stopped suddenly, and frowned, because the whole time he was speaking, Colt’s eyes were pinned on me.
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