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With a sigh, I went into the kitchen and grabbed the supplies before heading back out onto the porch. “Will you help me?” I asked Cheese.

“Sure.”

While he wrapped my cast I asked, “So, how did you get the nickname Cheese?”

“It’s not a nickname,” he corrected. “It’s a road name.”

“Right. How did you get the road name Cheese?”

“On the night of my initiation, the boys dared me to eat an entire block of cheddar cheese.”

“That’s a weird form of hazing.”

“It was all in good fun.”

“Did you do it?” I asked in amusement.

“Hell yeah, I did it.” He grinned. “The fuckers made fun of me all the next day because I didn’t leave the bathroom.”

“Charming,” I said with a snort.

Placing a final rubber band around my cast he said, “There ya go.”

“Thanks. What’s your real name?”

“Chester,” he said, his tone serious.

Well, at least I understood why he went by Cheese.

I headed back inside and took a fast shower. I was just pulling on a pair of new jeans and a red T-shirt when Joni arrived. With a smile, I offered her a cup of coffee, which she accepted.

“You didn’t have to come over and entertain me,” I said, placing the half-and-half in front of her.

“I know,” she said. “Though I have to say it’s not completely altruistic.”

“You want to grill me, don’t you?”

“Yep.”

“Sister’s prerogative, I guess,” I said with a smile.

“Definitely.” She tapped the rim of her coffee mug. “I’m just going to get down to it. Okay?”

I nodded.

“I think Colt wants to keep you.”

“What’s that now?”

“Keep you. Like, for good.”

“You can’t keep a person. I’m not a sheep in a petting zoo. You don’t just—what are you even saying right now?”

She took a sip of her coffee. “Let me give you a little insight to Colt, okay?”

I nodded, my heart pounding in my ears.

“He hasn’t been the same since our dad died. And that was nineteen years ago.”


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