“Escape?” Marc muttered as he and Galen headed to the Quarter. “Does Ian really think we’ll turn tail and run?”
“Probably not.” Galen chuckled. “He could have been a bit more diplomatic and said regroup.”
“I doubt he knows what that word means.”
Galen tried not to laugh. “Regroup?”
“No. Diplomatic.” Marc glanced at him and smiled. “Pulling my leg?”
“Yep. Every time you’re around him, you bristle like a dog ready to fight.”
“An apt description, given that I’m canine. Still, I’ll try to rein it in. As much as I hate to admit it, we need him.”
Marc found a parking space in a lot at the edge of the Quarter, just after eight-thirty, and they took off walking. As they passed a shop, Galen hissed in a breath. “If they, meaning Walker and Trace, do plan to do a big reveal here, I bet I know
