“It would be like waking up from a nightmare.”
Was that how he pictured his life? A nightmare that he hadn’t yet woken up from, one where he had never known the love of his family. Instead he’d been hurt, taken from his home and raised by a stranger, one who hadn’t really been a father to him. He had struggled every day of his new life.
Hayden reached over and touched his forearm again and the muscles beneath his skin jumped, but then the rigidity that rolled off him in an almost tangible waves finally released.
“So Emery likes Kansas, huh?” he asked, a little smile curving his lips.
“Yeah. He also doesn’t like crusts on his sandwiches. His favorite beer is Boulevard Wheat—Oh, and he likes to s***k women, too.”
The truck fishtailed on the road, creating a vast cloud of dust behind the
