Chapter Seven
Reed thumbed at the condensation on his mug. The frothy foam sat atop his drink. Tiny bubbles burst as they rose to the surface. He lifted his glass to meet the others around the table. The mugs crashed and the froth spilled over and onto the dining table.
“Here’s to Dylan,” said Xavier. “Our fearless leader.”
“Hear, hear,” came a chorus of male voices. Sean sat to one side of Reed. His shades were off, but he made sure that his scarred side was to the wall and not toward the diners in the restaurant. It had been like pulling teeth to get the man out of the house and off the ranch tonight.
The group was a sight when they went out in force. Xavier and Fran got head nods from men and longing gazes from single women. Their wounds weren’t possible to see out in public.
Sean,
