Chapter 4
Mike stood rock still for a long couple of minutes after Adam stalked out.
What the f**k? I didn’t say anything offensive, did I? I wish I knew more about these people and their ways. They’re very different from the folks I saw in Afghanistan and certainly not like the po’ Georgia trash I grew up in the middle of.
And then there was the sudden tension that had seemed to shimmer in the air between them for the last bit of their conversation before it had plowed to an awkward halt. Mike didn’t think he’d imagined that, but he wasn’t sure what the abrupt burst of electric energy was actually about. So far, he wanted to like the tall Indian, even if the fact he rode a Harley and seemed determined to cultivate a bad-ass image tended to put him off.
Something told him Adam Bolt was
