A soft rain fell, but one look at the dark, rolling clouds told him that it would soon turn into a downpour. Normally, he wouldn’t care about getting wet, but with as far away as he had been forced to park, he’d be drenched by the time he reached his car. “How is he?” a voice called from behind him. Heart racing, Devlin turned. He even got into a low karate pose. Not that he could really do anything special in the martial arts area. All his skills were in boxing and street fighting. He’d only had one karate class, and that had been when he’d been five. Even then, he’d only made it halfway through the class before they kicked him out for hitting the instructor. Okay, maybe he’d also yelled, This is what I think of your wax on, wax off! But, in his defense, the studio did have a poster of the Karate Kid on display, so they’d been asking for it. When Devlin saw James standing there, Devlin let out a sigh of irritation. “What the hell? Have you taken up stalking as a new hobby or something?”
