Quinn relaxed into the couch. For some reason, maybe a good one, his instincts were telling him to watch his back around Jimmy.
It wasn’t that Ian MacGregor wasn’t ruthless, but he wouldn’t lash out and try to hurt Quinn. If he had the urge, he’d explain to him why he was going to do it first. When the MacGregors were getting rid of someone, the person knew why exactly they were losing their life.
It hadn’t been like that when Robert had been the head of the clan. No, Robert had been more like Jimmy in that way. Lashing out easily and often. Quinn was sure the townspeople liked Ian’s rule much better.
Once the sound of Jimmy’s car vanished into the distance, Ian leveled Quinn with a look.
“So, what reallybrings you into town?”
“What, a guy can’t come see his uncle?” Quinn grinned and spread his hands. Then he got serious. “I got out of rehab two weeks ago. Didn’t want to go to Mom so I came here.” It was the truth, after all.