Kimo stared out the side window of Dylan’s car as they drove carefully and slowly through the storm to a local casino to meet Sabrina Washburn. “Dylan, I’m a little nervous.”
“Big man like you?”
“Everyone assumes that because I’m big, I’m also tough and never afraid. There’s a little boy inside this sexy, rock-hard stud.” He faced Dylan and tried to smile.
Dylan planted a palm on Kimo’s leg. “Sorry. I was joking about that. I think everyone has fears. My dad says we conjure up more worry in our brains than usually happens in real life.” The snow lightened, but still fell. Dylan kept his speed low. “Tell me more of what you two texted about for almost two hours.”
“It started with her saying she was bored, and it surprised her that I was awake. She had texted friends in Portland, but no
