Chapter 2
Kyle blew a puff of clove-scented smoke out into the rain. He stood on Dave’s patio in just the shorts and orange T-shirt he’d been provided. His feet were bare because his socks and combat boots needed to dry.
He shivered in the cool air. At least it appeared the thunder and lightning had moved out of the area.
He’d started smoking clove cigarettes when he turned fourteen. He’d thought about quitting a few times but hadn’t really bothered with it. Everyone he’d known smoked, too. Taking another drag on his cigarette, Kyle glanced through the double glass doors into the house. Dave was fussing around in the kitchen, heating food and making hot tea.
No doubt about it, the dude was hot.
Dave looked like a biker. Or Kyle’s image of what biker guys looked like anyway. And Kyle h
