“Hey, hey, look who’s back! The prodigal son returns! How’s the golden child doing?” Rash declared as soon as Caine set foot in the Clubhouse.
Caine scowled but said nothing as he claimed a barstool. Maverick silently set up a whiskey shot without being told. Caine quickly downed it. He was actually feeling quite good after Nailah’s cooking and a full night’s rest. In addition, his hair and beard were trim and neat again. Originally, he had planned to visit the bar for one last hooray, but the thought lost its appeal after the quiet dinner, and he went home instead.
Maybe that had been Nailah’s intention from the beginning. It never ceased to amaze him how she always seemed to know when to draw the reins and slow him down. Unlike Gus or Rubble, who would offer him advice, she wove her
