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Chapter 33

His expression must have been as easy to read as the old Coca Cola posters on the walls because the man said, “Have a seat now, no need to go,” with a relieved smile. “And don’t worry too much about the mistake. Don’t mind a man carrying a weapon long as it’s not used on me.” His voice had a soft southern drawl Nathan couldn’t place but it might have been local.

This guy wasn’t exactly what Nathan expected to find of a lone truck stop owner in the middle of the night. He wasn’t seventy-five and sporting a beer gut for one. He had short brown hair that dusted his eyes, eyes that were a kind, pale blue that looked entirely humored and understanding, and his body was built strong more like a soldier than a cook.

Nathan hoped the grin he tossed the man wasn’t the grimace he imagined and went up to the main counter to sit down.