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He hesitates.

"Good hearing your voice, Colt."

"Yours too, brother."

The line goes dead.

I stand by the window for another minute, then pull up Grim's number.

He answers on the second ring.

"Problem?"

"Maybe."

"Love those."

"Old Army buddy called. Needs work."

"Name?"

"Melvin Levine."

"Know him well?"

"Served together. Been four years since we talked. He needs work."

"Bring him by the clubhouse tomorrow."

"Already told him I can't promise anything."

"Good. And Vex?"

"Yeah?"

"Keep your head on the woman you've got in your cabin. We can deal with your friend tomorrow."

I look toward the couch.

Kierra catches me watching.

Smiles.

Fuck.

"Yeah, Prez."

I hang up and return to her.

"Everything okay?"

"Old Army buddy. Needs a job."

"Can you help him?"

Four years ago, I couldn't.

Not a damn thing I offered was worth much.