Chapter 6

“I’ll be praying for him,” Cutter assured with a nod, then marched One-Mile’s way, cutting a scathing look in his direction. “Why are you here?”

“She was in no shape to drive herself.”

“You were with her when she got the call?” Cutter demanded, brow raised.

One-Mile didn’t see the point of stating the obvious.

“Would y’all mind giving us a minute?” Cutter asked his family. “Maybe get me a cup of coffee. I could use one.”

“Whatever you want, little brother. Let’s go, Brea.” Cage took her arm.

Brea twisted from his reach. “I’d rather stay.”

Cutter scowled. “You don’t need to hear this, Bre-bee.”

“I’m not leaving. The doctor might return with an update.”

“Let her stay, son,” Sweeney implored.

“All right. But One-Mile and I are going to have a man-to-man talk.” Cutter jerked his head toward the door. “What I have in mind is probably best said outside.”

Did the idiot think he was going to beat him up in the parking lot? It