Austin Royal washed his hands with the best mechanic’s soap available, but the faint black lines of grease never really left his skin. It would have to be enough. He was already late, and there was nothing that made him jumpier than walking into church after the sermon had started. Something his parents had engrained in him since he was a boy.
He took a few precious seconds to smooth his beard, thinking it had come in quite nicely despite what his brothers said. Then he swiped his cowboy hat from the dresser in his bedroom and headed downstairs.
He shared the homestead with his oldest brother, Shane, and his wife, Robin. They’d been married for about three months now, and everyone had worked out a system to keep from stepping on each other’s toes.
Dylan had taken over Robin’s tiny house
