A tall, older man dressed in a suit and tie approached Parker and flashed a friendly smile at her, and she was thankful for the interruption. He held out his hand. “Parker Weston, the one and only wolf in sheep’s clothing, it’s been a while.”
Not long enough, thought Parker, as he shook his hand. “Roger Dawson, an inferior adversary at best; still playing the devil’s advocate?”
The man laughed and glanced back at her. “I hope you know what you’re getting into.”
She smiled a nervous smile and looked at Parker.
“Don’t let him scare you away,” he said and winked at her.
The man laughed again. “I’m sure you can manage to do that all on your own.” He patted Parker on the back and walked away, and even though it had seemed more like harmless
Not long enough, thought Parker, as he shook his hand. “Roger Dawson, an inferior adversary at best; still playing the devil’s advocate?”
The man laughed and glanced back at her. “I hope you know what you’re getting into.”
She smiled a nervous smile and looked at Parker.
“Don’t let him scare you away,” he said and winked at her.
The man laughed again. “I’m sure you can manage to do that all on your own.” He patted Parker on the back and walked away, and even though it had seemed more like harmless