Chapter 3

The man dressed like money too. As Ellis went to the door to unlock it and Bryn—the man, the mystery, the daydream, himself—climbed out of the car, Ellis took in Bryn and the day’s ensemble.

Bryn was a couple of inches shorter than Ellis’s five feet ten. But where Ellis was broad and rounded out with farm-bred muscle, Bryn was long and lean and solid, even in clothes. With his neck straight and his chin held high, Bryn carried an air about him. Not arrogance, exactly. Not even confidence.