Sean couldn’t take his eyes off Greg. He had a dynamic look. With his white-blond hair, and the suggestion of a dark beard and glittering green eyes, this man couldn’t possibly walk through life unnoticed. He was tall and moved around like someone with a shitload of confidence. His eyes cut, shifted, and pierced, and if man was ever an animal, Gregory Spain could be called the human animal. He wasn’t someone who could be bossed around. He had his own set of rules and followed them.
That was why his appearance didn’t surprise Sean. Instead of a proper suit and tie, he stood before him with no jacket on, his shirt was coming out of his pants, his tie was loosened, and the collar and top button of his shirt was leaning comfortably in a lazy arc. Sean’s neat side would never allow himself to
