Alright. Everyone’s been telling him not to worry so much but… how could he not? They were starting from the ground up with only each other to rely on to protect themselves—and Pete wasn’t even a body guard here, anymore. He was a cousin. That fact caused him to miss Porsche all that more.

“Stop. You’re not my keeper.” The tease is light as he accepts the touch. “Ready for another refill?” Juice or soda, he didn’t care. Maybe he could convince the bar tender for some virgin Daiquiri or something.