Tomorrow, you are a free man, and you’ll return to your old life and your old friends and I’ll just be another of your father’s employees.” Wyatt audibly swallowed, voice tight. “Sure.” “This can’t happen again,” Linc said, more to himself than Wyatt. Wyatt sat up, throwing a hurt look over his shoulder. “I heard you the first ten times. I’m going to take a shower. Maybe you shouldn’t be here when I get back.” “Yeah, kid. Whatever you want.” “What I want. Right.”
