Chapter 3

Done wallowing over missed opportunities, Mason was ready to give up and go home. Those guys are straightProbably talking about the latest model of muscle car to hit the market. Mason’s best chance at action was at home with his hand. He remained caught in his stare across the room when he noticed the two guys still standing at the bar turn toward their friends, their bodies tense. The hair on the back of Mason’s neck stood on edge. Something was about to go down, and it wasn’t an orgy. Mason sat there for a few more seconds as the two guys talking at the back table headed back over to the bar. They all stood tall, their bodies posed to show off their muscles.

Mason’s gut twisted. Not having a clear idea of what was happening, Mason stood down, thinking perhaps he imagined the tension. That’s when the talking between the men increased in volume.

Mr. Crew Cut, still at his table, stood up.