She looks … proud. Of me. “Hollis won an award for Lincoln Landry’s charity,” she says, standing tall. “Isn’t that amazing?” Howard looks at me with a raised brow. “Is that right?” “It’s no big deal,” I tell him, trying to gloss over the whole thing. “I—” “The hell it isn’t,” Howard says, cutting me off. “I know those Landry boys, and they don’t do anything half-assed. If they say you’re deserving of something, then you are.
