Nicky's glaring and it's all I can do not to laugh like his lady, there, when he starts in on how managerial she is.

"Think you're looking for the word 'bossy', man," I say, tossing a smirk at my boy. "'Course he means that in the best possible way."

Karen hasn't exactly invited us in, and the huts aren't that big, so I'm leaning in the doorway, watching her and thinking Nicky picked a good one. Or since it's Nicky, she picked him with one soft look from eyes he could drown in. He probably rescued her from some damned thing.