"She ran up to her father to get some money from him and she had on the shortest, tight, white shorts I had ever seen. And the contrast with those soft-looking milk chocolate legs, Goddamn! If someone could have poured some cold water on my crotch right then, I wouldn't have felt a thing!"

"What the fuck do you want?" Brandon gritted through his teeth, finally breaking down.

Silas straightened back up and dropped the smile. "I want you to tell me what the fuck is going on. Do you have a reason to be here or not?"

"That's a question for Commander Branson, not me," Brandon answered tightly.

Silas...