“Breathe on ya right and you’d fall over, brother,” Zeus said, his lips tilted to the left in a small grin. With his arms crossed over his wide chest, one booted foot over the other and lean hips against the side of the bar, he was the picture of badass biker guy. I had no doubt he could blow on someone just right and bowl them over. I also didn’t doubt that he could blow on me and I’d go down, but probably for different reasons.
