Chapter Seven
Elvis hitched up his gun belt, lowered his head, and marched toward Hanson. “Hold it right there, Mr. Braddock.”
“Get out of my way, Elvis. I’m going to knock it down.” He flexed his arms causing his biceps to ripple and the muscles on his forearms to flex.
This sent a shiver through Aloha. He was such man candy. Wow!
Surprisingly, Elvis shook his head and his eyebrows scrunched, his eyes narrowed and his full lips formed a grim line of determination. Like a cop directing traffic at an intersection he held out one hand the other gripping the butt of the pistol in his holster. The two men came at each other like they were entering the epicenter of the perfect storm.
She had to do something or this was going to end badly.
Aloha rushed to stand between them with her a
