I remembered the day Nash had come for us and led us home. How my gaze had zeroed in on him and he’d looked up at just the right moment. He’d smiled. I hadn’t. I’d been too fucked up from every shitty thing that had brought my boots and hog to his club. Too deep in my grief for Rocco, even before we’d got solid word he was gone. But that clench in my heart, it had never gone away, and I hadn’t managed to hide it from anyone who knew me well. Logan. Folk. Hell, even Willow had sniffed me out. “Dad, you’re so gay for him.” Nice. And I fuckin’ meant that.
