Tank POV
Needing somewhere quiet and out of the way to talk to Bruiser, I led him into my room, walked to my mini fridge, and handed him a beer, grabbed two more beers, and then led him out to the small balcony, where I have two chairs.
We sat staring out into the compound for a while, just sipping our beer. Bruiser finished one, and I handed him another. He wasn't ready to talk, and I wasn't sure where to start.
"Do you think she's right?" Bruiser broke the silence first, asking the question that had been on my mind.
"Yeah, Max notices more than most people, and works through what she sees and hears in her head before she speaks about it. I think she had to learn to read people to stay alive. How do you feel about that? Relieved no baby? Or relieved that maybe you can get some underst
