Grayson

"Didn't you say you guys had Texas Roadhouse for Thanksgiving dinner yesterday?" I ask as King drops four oversized brown takeout bags in the backseat.

He climbs into the driver's seat like his spine's made of steel, his whole body wound tight.

The man's a walking live wire.

It's written all over him—he hates being away from Alyssa. But Niko and Mason thought it might do him some good to get out of the room. He hasn't eaten. Hasn't slept. And that scar of ...