Ruger hated having to sit here and listen to this all while staying quiet. Unable to participate in the discussion without it sounding like he was taking sides only frustrated him. He was torn between sitting beside Krissi, holding her hand, and making sure she was all right, and sitting with his brothers to ensure she wasn’t here to spy for her father. He couldn’t do either, and he hated it.
Ruger saw the skepticism on Tuck’s face when Krissi said she hadn’t spoken to her father in years and couldn’t blame him. He wouldn’t believe it from most people, either. But in the, admittedly short, time he’d known her, she’d never mentioned any family, never hinted that there was anyone who might be able to help her, and seemed to rely only on herself. He’d assumed they were dead or in some way no
