Phoenix Maplewood my buddies, they drink liquor; sometimes I'll go along

As open as he was to company, Kincaid didn't appreciate how quickly the male approached him. He swung his arc a little wider, so that there was still a respectable buffer between them, and lifted his lips in clear warning: Step back, Jack. But no sound or action accompanied his gently defensive body language. If the male heeded his desires, he would be back to easy but aloof friendlines.

"Good look with that, partner," he replied, not unkindly. "I lost 'em in the packlands."