Steph said casually two days later. Kell, who was balancing a tray of empty jars with his left arm, almost tripped. He recovered with a tinkling clatter of glass knocking into glass. “Wow, really? How'd you find so many? Mason hasn't had any luck.” “He was in the Navy, right?” she asked. Kell nodded. “Yeah, he was a SEAL.” “There you go,” Steph said. “Dude is scary. You know he's a good guy, and I think he is, but he's built like a tank and covered in scars. People aren't going to open up to him quick or easy.” Kell's mouth quirked at one corner. “Judging him by his appearance. How sad.” Steph smiled, gesturing at herself and nodded at Kell. “Kind of makes you miss the good old days when people had it easy and could just hate you by the color of your skin.” Kell sat the tray down and made a weighing motion with his hands.
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