“And that was that,” Cole said when he finished telling Bret what had happened. “The guy, Ky, took off and we came back here.”
“You seem to be picking protectors right and left,” Bret replied. “What are you? Some sort of heir to a throne?”
Cole laughed. “Not hardly.” He sobered. “I’m an easy target because I’m still learning the ropes.”
“Maybe. I hate to say it, but you might be better off leaving Bull here at night and going to a shelter.”
“Shelters are only good if they have a free bed, which is iffy at best and you know it.”
“True. Unfortunately.”
“There you are,” Adam said, coming over to join them at the table. “I may have some good news for you, Cole. You know Donny?”
Cole nodded. “Sort of. Blond kid, about my age?”
“Yep. Anyway, he was working at Mike’s Italian Restaurant, u
