He’d heard it was nice—low seventies, high sixties, skating that line between T-shirt and sweatshirt temperatures. He’d always wanted to go to Disneyland during Christmas. Maybe one day he’d take the baby, but for now? The closest thing he could get was to talk to Kell and the guys when they came home. God, even if Mackey couldn’t stand to talk to him, just seeing him live, in person, probably glaring at him from the car—that would be enough. Grant just wanted to know he was okay. Even if Grant didn’t deserve to know shit about Mackey Sanders. But the guys were coming. That was his refrain as he sat in his office at the dealership, doing paperwork. The guys are coming. Mackey was coming. That was what he told himself as he smiled and lied to the nice family coming to buy a minivan the week before Christmas, because their thrasher Honda just quit and they figured they’d splurge on something Grant assumed would be repossessed within the year.
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