“Wolf…”
Lyle felt the man’s words as if there’d been a bucket of ice tossed on him. “What did you say?”
“You…” The man stepped forward, fumbled, and even before he began to fall, his eyes rolled up into his head.
“Well, at least we won’t have to argue over me carrying you.” Lyle caught the man halfway to the floor and scooped him up like a child. He was scrawny, not just skinny. Every bone seemed to be sharp and pronounced, and he was as light as a feather. Whether half-conscious or fully, the man wrapped both arms around Lyle’s neck and rested there.
“Now we just got to make it out the door,” Lyle told him.
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