Travis might as well have been a giant for how big he felt sitting in the delicate, frilly chair. It was going to collapse at any moment, for sure. He shifted his weight, and the right front leg slipped against the concrete floor. Or maybe these were garden pavers. They seemed to have designs etched into them too.
Shayla looked up over the top of her men…
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