10
Layne
Nash lives in a trailer much like Sam’s safe house, set onto the side of a hill.
The former soldier steps onto the porch as Sam’s van pulls up. He’s barefoot, wearing fatigues and an army green t-shirt. He crosses his arms over his impressive chest as we all troop out and climb to his front porch.
“I tried to get them to stay behind,” Sam jerks his thumb at Declan and Laurie.
“We’re a crew,” Declan declares. “Besides, I brought hooch.”
A low rumble starts in Nash’s chest, but it cuts off and he steps back to allow us all in.
“Are you crazy?” I whisper to Declan as we file in.
The Irishman shrugs. “You tamed the kitty.”
Nash turns, glowering. “I heard that.”
“Oh look, the pack’s all here,” Parker calls from the couch. He raises a red cup in toast.
“We’re not a pack,” Nas
