Page 61 of Coin's Debt


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Something between a warning and a blessing moves across his face, too complicated to name, then he walks inside.

I stand on the steps for a minute, breathing.

Then I follow him.

I don't hear the conversation. I don't need to.

Garrett finds Coin in the main room, and whatever he says, he says it low enough that the brothers around them pretend not to hear.

I watch from the hallway—Garrett's jaw tight, his arms crossed, his whole body coiled with the kind of restrained intensity that makes men twice his size take a step back.

Coin stands still. Those blue-gray eyes on Garrett. Listening.

Not defensive, not apologetic. Just present. Taking it in the way he takes in everything—completely, without flinching.

I can't hear the words, but I can read the shapes of them on Garrett's mouth.

My sister. Not a fling. You understand me.

And then Coin says something. One sentence. Short. His mouth barely moves.

Garrett goes still. Stares at him for a long beat. Then he nods—once, sharp—and walks away.

That's it. No handshake, no chest-bumping, no dramatic declaration.

Just two men, a sentence I couldn't hear, and a nod that apparently settled it.

Later—much later, after dinner with Vanna and Waylon, after Garrett disappears into the garage with a wrench and his silence—I corner Vanna.

"What did Coin say to him?"

Vanna grins. She heard. Of course she heard. This woman has ears like a bat and a complete inability to mind her own business, and I love her for both.

"He said, 'I know exactly what she is.'"

Five words. That's all it took.

I sit with that for a minute.

I know exactly what she is.

Not:I'll take care of her.

Not:I won't hurt her.

Not a promise or an assurance or any of the things a lesser man would say to a woman's protective older brother.

Just a statement. Simple. Complete.

The kind of sentence that a man who uses words like they cost money only spends when he means every syllable.

I know exactly what she is.

I think about that all the way home. I'm still thinking about it when my phone rings.

It's Coin, and his voice is different.

Stripped.