“Sure would,” Nash drawled. “I’m livin’ my life on my terms. Getting married to a girl of my choosing. Helping people, when and where I want to. Someday, Lib and me, we’ll have a family, and our kids?” Nash’s whiskey-smooth voice grew thick. “They will always be enough for me.” Nash looked down at the drop and didn’t so much as blink. “Let the great Tobias Hawthorne chew on that.”
