When Sigmund straightened up, Graham narrowed his eyes just a bit before he shook his head. There was no way in hell he was riding back to the haven with Sigmund and a twelve year old.
"I have my own truck, I'll see you there," he said, his tone short as he turned to head for the door.
Casey tipped his head back as Graham passed him by to go get into his truck, and once the man was pulling out of the drive Casey got up to carry the pizza inside. He had a puzzled look on his face as he set the box down on the coffee table.
"He... Was kind of..." he said with a nervous laugh, "I don't know - who was that?"
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