Chapter Thirty - Meeting
The sunlight twinkled off the windows of the Glasgow Hilton hotel, Stan stood looking at the door, his stomach lunging and twriling. Haley held his hand, she had dressed as if she were going into battle, her black combat trousers, olive green vest top under, a black biker jacket over the top, her hair in her signature high ponytail. She looked sexy, but fierce, her body language told anyone who looked at her, this woman was dangerous.
It was a deliberate act, if this woman, who had birthed the love of her life was planning on hurting or doing anything to upset her man, Haley wanted her to know just who she was messing with ,by just one single look.
"How are you doing?" Haley asked, her eyes focused on the doorway they would soon enter, her muscles coiled tight
