Contrary to the dense tattoos and thick ropes of muscle, Truett had always been something of a gentle giant. He was older now, but somewhere inside him was still the same kid who’d once pulled over on the highway to pick me a bouquet of wildflowers when he couldn’t afford anything else for our anniversary. But gentle did not equal a pushover. When it came to his family and friends, Truett had the heart of a warrior and the ruthlessness to match.
