he grumped. “Thank you, Max.” He grunted. “Thanks, bro. Appreciate it,” I told him. His gaze hardened when it lifted to me. “I’m not your bro.” “You brought my girl coffee when she needed it. We’re bros now.” “You could call off your watchdogs and just give us your number,” Ryan mused. “We could just call you next time. It’s probably cheaper that way.”
