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.