“Because I’m not interested in going back. People seem nice here. It’s as good a place as any.”
Luther’s eyes narrowed, and he harrumphed under his breath. Sullivan couldn’t really blame him. It wasn’t that great of a reason, even if it was most of what he had to offer.
“You’ll need a place to hang your hat up, then.” He grinned. “Even if it’s just your turban jacket.”
He let Luther make the jab, smiling a little to show it didn’t bother him. “You have a suggestion on how I do that when I don’t know anybody and don’t have any money?”
“You know Maria. And me and Joe.” Whether leaving out Rafe was deliberate or not, he had no idea. “That’s enough to get you started.”
“I didn’t know you were the welcoming committee.”
“I’m not. But I know we’ll all be better off, the sooner we see you settled. And I know how we can go about getting you a room and putting you to work, all at the same time.”