“But why do you care?” Taylor came to a stop and forced Bobby to look at him. “I’m serious, here. Dead serious. I’m nearly old enough to be your father. I’m intelligent enough to make my own decisions. Why do you think you have the obligation, or the right, to be my savior?”
The smile was gone. So was the cockiness. “Because there’s already enough s**t in this world. And whether you like it or not, I got more strength from you than I ever got from anything else in my life. Not just your books.” With his free hand, he poked Taylor in the chest, not hard but firmly enough to make his point. “You. Because you had balls I never did. Don’t tell me it’s a mistake to respect that, because it’s not. I guess…” His sigh of frustration came with a shift in his gaze, somewhere off to the side as if i
