Chapter 2

“Cole is like a Swiss army knife: doesn’t look like much, but you can almost guarantee he’ll be useful in any situation.”

Daniel was grinding his teeth in impatience by the time the other truck arrived. He had been expecting a beat-up older model, but the Toyota Tundra that cruised up the road was nicer than the Dodge Daniel had bought. Furthermore, its driver was nothing like Daniel had expected either.

When Jake said Cole “doesn’t look like much,” Daniel assumed he meant Cole was plain, average, possibly on the older side like Jake. Cole wasn’t exactly barrel-chested or beefy, but he was young with broad shoulders and black stubble that accentuated the perfect curves of his face. His eyes were so dark Daniel first thought they were blue, but as Cole strode closer it became clear they were a deep and shining brown.