“What about me? I need help from dickhead little brothers who call at two in the fucking morning.” He laughs, happy. That’s Grady, even getting yelled at. “I think you’ll survive, Ford.” Grady lowers his voice. “So, will you help her?” “Yeah, yeah.” I scrub a hand over my face. As much as I moan and grump, my little brother has a heart of gold. If he’s telling me something’s wrong, I listen to him. “Her name’s Reese Austin. She needs a place to lie low.” That gets me to cock an eyebrow. “Lie low? Like hide out?” “Maybe. I don’t know.”
