“Do you remember the time I climbed that tree?” he asked Nash. “Which tree?” Nash replied calmly. “Sequoia National Park.” Xander could feel himself smiling. “I was five.” “The giant sequoia?” Nash groaned. “I still don’t know how the hell you got all the way up there.” Now it was Xander’s turn to meet Nash’s eyes. “You got me down.” A muscle in Xander’s throat tightened as he raised his glass. “To Nash.”
