Jericho
A long, deep groan rumbled in Jericho's chest as he stood to his feet, "that better not be my idiot brothers again. Honest to God, I'm thinking of moving to a remote island just so they don't find me."
He was already making his way to open the door when I yelled back, "Trust me, they'll still find you."
"You're probably right," Jericho chortled a real laugh this time that warmed my insides.
His laugh made it on my list of reasons to not give up. Right now, it was only his laugh on that list so I was basically hanging on by a thread.
"Jericho, son," a gravelly voice greeted at the door, a voice I recognized all took well.