“Son, I’ve managed on my own for years.” “That was before you had a pack. You and Sam will never be on your own again.” Neither of the Baker men knew what to say to that. Sam reached for Vaughn’s hand and threaded their fingers together. “Lord, your mama would be tickled to death to see a guy so far gone on you, Sammy. Now get out of here before I get misty-eyed.”
