Luke: A West Bend Saints Romance - Plot & Excerpts
Hell, it was fucking funny. Killian wasn't exactly a slight guy - he was a roughneck and intimidating as hell to most people. Of course, the four of us together probably were pretty intimidating. "Glad you're here, man," Silas said, clapping an arm around Killian's back. "Not like this, but still, good to see you." "You too, shithead," he said. "You just fly in?" he asked Luke. Luke nodded, his jaw clenched. Luke was real easy-going, didn't let much get to him - adrenaline junkie, but when he wasn't jumping out of planes or boarding down the side of a mountain, he was pretty mellow. You could always tell when he was upset, though- he clenched his jaw, ground his teeth. When we were kids he cracked one of them, grinding so bad at night. Our father had found out, said he was going to beat his teeth out of him so he wouldn't need the dentist to remove it, and mom had thrown herself on Luke, taken the beating for him.
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