“You can stay here tonight, Emerson,” I said. His mouth parted, and I saw fear lurk in his eyes. Of course, he was afraid of me. Despite what he’d just said, he didn’t want to be used by a six-and-a-half-feet tall monster of a man with scars all over his face. I’d fed him burgers for free for the past three months. He figured I was nice enough not to beat him up.
