“You cold, Ror?” Zane asked.
Ror?That was new. Made him sound like a lion. Rory sure as shit didn’t feel leonine.
Zane slung an arm around Rory’s shoulders and pulled him into the big man’s side. “We’ll go in here. Need some cheese anyway.” He guided Rory into Walmart, which was packed with shoppers, no doubt stocking up to weather out the storm. The aisles of holiday items nearest the entrance were particularly crowded. Rory hated crowds so was grateful for Zane’s reassuring bulk, even though the big man had withdrawn his arm. A group of six or seven Asian women were gathered at the head of one of the aisles, all were talking rapidly and Rory wasn’t sure if any of them were listening.
Standing almost a head taller than most of the crowd, Zane was easily able to look around. “Jimmy’s over there.” Zane moved Rory behind him and after a series of polite “excuse mes,” powered his way through the knot of gossiping women, who miraculously parted.