Chapter 13Simon was sitting on one of the chairs in the dining room of the motorhome and minding his own business when he abruptly felt something cold pressing against the back of his neck. He was startled, and he quickly turned around. When he saw Brody’s grinning face and the three cans of beer in the man’s hands, he immediately figured out what must have happened.
“Beer?”
Simon accepted one of the cans and smiled. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” Brody said before plopping onto the chair next to Simon’s and passing another can of beer to Mason. “Here you go, baby.”
Mason nodded. “Thank you.”
Troy and Chase walked out from the kitchen a second or two later, and each of them was holding a small bottle of coke. Soon, everybody was gathered around the dining table.
“What did Warren want wi
