He bristled.
What the hell?
What the hell?But he resisted the urge to go over and make a scene and followed Mick to their table. When they were seated, he glanced back at the men and saw Frank huddling up with Phil—about what, he didn’t know and didn’t care, or so he told himself. He looked off toward the window beside him, scowling and clenching his fist.
“Something wrong?” Mick said.
He turned to the man, who was staring at him across the table with a knitted brow.
“Yeah, that over there,” John said, jabbing a thumb in the direction the meeting was taking place. “Any idea what that’s all about?”
Mick glanced toward the men and turned back. “Oh, it’s Frank and Terry! I’ll have to drop by and say hi before they leave.”
“Yeah, right,” John said. “But what’s all that about? Looks like
