Chapter10

#Chapter10

He probably looked like a fucking looney tune, standing there, smiling away, but he refused to head back in until the grin that he cemented in place felt one hundred percent natural.

/"Sorry about that,/" he said as he swayed back inside. The warmth was a welcome greeting, kissing up against his numbed cheeks, and as he dropped back down into his seat, he tucked his hands into his jacket pockets.

/"Was that the prick?/" Raven asked, the blunt pads of his fingers drumming against the armrest. The directness of the question had him wincing. There had been a time when Adam had gotten along well with the Toussaint brothers. When they'd all go out drinking together.