Silver handed Liam ‘Viking’ Callahan a cup of coffee, noticing that Viking had finished sweeping up the bits of plaster. He’d said to leave the mess from the pipe repair, that Silver would handle it, but Viking obviously hadn’t listened. Then again, when did he ever?
“Thanks,” Viking said, his massive hand making the cup look like a piece in a child’s play kitchen. “I can use this.”
“No kidding.” Silver sighed and stretched out his shoulders a bit, feeling the muscles knot and release. He’d been to a brutal karate practice session the night before and had had his ass kicked by a kid of twenty-one who was also the size of a goddamn tank, and he knew he’d be feeling it for the next three days at least. “Makes two of us, man.”
Viking nodded at the papers scattered around the kitchen table.
