A Man In A Million
Spike Moriarty raced down Park Avenue, legs pumping, arms swinging, black leather jacket flapping behind him in the night air. Big, in great shape and properly motivated, he was like an SUV tooling down the sidewalk. Oncoming pedestrians got out of the way.
Damn, he was late.
And this was no fifteen minute, margin-of-error kind of thing. This was a two-hour black hole of social impropriety.
Usually the rules and regulations of polite behavior weren't high on his priority list. He never went out of his way to offend people, but he wasn't in bed with Emily Post, either. But tonight was different. Two of his favorite people were getting married and this was their engagement party. He was supposed to be helping the host and giving a little speech.
Sean O'Banyon, master of ceremonies, was going to kill him. Good thing they were buddies. It might buy him a quick and easy end.
Although it wasn't as if he'd been dogging it on his couch. The drive from upstate New York to Manhattan had taken twice as long as it should have on account of a fiesta of automotive trouble.
The kickoff had been an eighteen wheeler jackknifing on the Northwa ... read full excerpt from: A Man in a Million ebook
