“Yeah, well, maybe I’m a bad influence all the time,” I muttered. “That’s Lana’s parents talking. What do you say? You up to setting the boys straight after the hit you took, old man?” “Old man? I could kick your ass right now.” “You could, but unfortunately I know for a fact your sense of honor won’t let you.” “Half the people in this town want to skin me alive; the other half of you want to pin some sort of saint medal to my chest.” I glanced over at the boys one more time and knew I was screwed. Absolutely fucking screwed. “That’s a small town for ya.”
