"That's because you hate sunshine, babe," Carlos said dryly. "California's always made you twitchy." Here was hoping he got over that, Carlos thought, because he rather thought that Ollie had probably kissed the ground when he'd arrived.

He gave Ty a sidelong look, raising his eyebrows. "It's sirens more than firecrackers," he said after a moment. "Sirens get me on the defensive right away." There'd been sirens over the gunfire that day, and they'd woken him up most of the days he'd been in prison. "Have to start seeing a therapist next week. They gave me a reprieve to move or whatever."