Kellon greeted Sybil’s cohort in deception. Despite his serious tone, he noticed mirth still danced in the other man’s eyes. Peter grinned. “I know you’re the ex. Kellon, right? But we’ve never had the pleasure.” He stuck out his hand. “Peter McBride.” Kellon gave a nod, his expression conveying his knowledge. “Kellon Marecek. Step outside with me?” “All right,” Peter replied affably. His blatant gaze ran over Kellon’s muscular upper body. His eyebrow rose. “You’re not going to pummel me or anything? I have a conference next week, and while a black eye would be an interesting conversation note, it’s not my style.” Kellon shook his head. “Just to talk.” Unless, you don’t cooperate, he amended silently. “Right.” The other man headed outside. Once they were on the covered pavement to the side of the outer doors, he turned to Kellon. “You want to discuss Sybbie?” “Keep away from her.” “No can do, my man.” He ran his hands over his close-fitting pants and the leather vest cut in such a way as to display his bulging pecs.
