For a flash, Handsome's gaze roved over Jay's body and face
as if he was seriously considering his options. "No drinking on the
job," he said.
And what job would that be, Jay wondered.
"Are you a cop?" he asked.
The guy gave him a crooked half-smile. "Do I look like
a cop?"
Jay made a show of surveying him. Nice build, dark hair
peppered with silver around his temples, eyes sharp as black diamonds. A scent
of danger--Jay had a nose for it. The way Handsome held himself spoke of
self-confidence, but the vibe he gave out was not a cop's. "No. You look
like trouble," Jay said truthfully.
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