Chapter 6John shoved his hands in his coat pockets against the chill off the river and watched the familiar group gathered at the picnic bench. He hadn’t seen Sam all week though he’d practically haunted the park. John had begun to worry the guy who’d hurt Sam before might be bothering him. Why else had he disappeared? He wouldn’t be avoiding John. Would he?
Long shadows fell across the lawn as the sun began to set. He hunched his shoulders and approached the bench, feeling self-conscious.
One of the guys stood up when he got closer; Tad, the one Sam had pointed out to him, who gave him a place to crash when he needed it. A grin touched his striking face. “Well, if it isn’t Sammy’s Suit. Looking for some fun?”
John shrugged, then drew a fortifying breath. “I know you’re Sam’s friend. I
