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“Don’t try to be the hero and sort it out yourself.”

What kind of risk is there, really? “I kept her safe while we were lookin’ for Hooch, didn’t I?”

“You did.”

“So what’s there to worry about?” I search his eyes for a hint of true doubt in my ability to hold my own, but he shows only conviction when he answers.

“You’ve never done a thing for me to doubt you, brother.” He sighs. “But still, any sign of trouble.”

“I’ll call.” He takes a step toward the door, yet stalls when I continue. “You think she really is happy she’s back?” I frown, looking to Callum for the answer.

He slams a hand down on my shoulder with a smug smile. “You’re askin’ the wrong person, brother.”