Chapter 14

“No.” Darren rested his elbows on the table, locking his gaze on Rob’s face. “Here.”

“Here like ‘here’?” Rob swept his arm around.

“Yes. I’ve got a spare bedroom. The house has damned good security. You’d be comfortable and safe here.”

“Why the hell would you want some homeless guy living in your house, screwing up your life?”

“Because he’s a friend who needs to get hislife together. It won’t happen if he…if you run into those punks again and they decide to take another stab at beating you up, or worse yet kill you, just for yucks and grins.”

“I can take care of myself if they show up. I’ll get another knife,” Rob muttered. “I was in Iraq, and survived.”

“Where you were armed to the teeth. Before you decide to get a knife, or worse yet a gun…don’t. You’re not twenty anymore and for damned sure you’re not in peak form.” Darren sighed. “Look, I’m not trying to put you down. I want to help and I can’t when you’re God only knows where. Make sense?”