Chapter 7
“Hey, hey, you in the cap!” a voice called. “Wait up!”
Beau whirled, putting his back up against the wall instinctively. He relaxed minutely as he recognized the face, wide smile, and easy swagger of Charles.
“Charles.” Beau greeted him by tipping a finger to the brim of his Volunteers cap.
“Chaz, man,” he responded. “My friends call me Chaz. You know, I forgot a swat at the party. You still need one to grow on.”
Beau rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help grinning in response. “No, thank you. My ass is still sore.”
“Rubbish,” Chaz said, slinging his arm around Beau’s shoulders. “I didn’t hit you that hard.”
Well, that much was true; Beau’d taken a hostile beating a year ago, he knew what real pain was. Real pain landed one in the emergency room and stuck with a huge medical b
