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lately since the Dalton Gang had toned down their hell-raising ways, but they were still there. No doubt watching, waiting, expecting some big fuck up.
    Little did they know the fuck ups were being kept in-house these days. Most had to do with the crapfest of a ranch he and the boys were trying to make into something worth all the hours of sleep lost to work and worry. Others he blamed on too muchbeer. He hadn’t been completely redeemed. And he was still giving Boone plenty of grief over Faith.
    Just seemed the thing to do, a last vestige of the past when Boone and Dax had decided sisters were off limits, and Casper had made no secret of his lust for both the Campbell and Mitchell girls.
    Funny about that, how teasing Dax about Darcy had really been more about throwing Boone off the scent of the truth. Casper had always had a thing for Faith. He just hadn’t known what to do with it.
    “What can I get you?” asked a voice into his musings.
    “Let me have three, no, four cheeseburgers all the way,” he said, stabbing a finger at the laminated menu. Clay could strip off any veggies he didn’t like. “And two extra large orders of fries.”
    “Four cheeseburgers and two extra large fries. Anything to drink?”
    He’d grab a six-pack of soda from Nathan’s. A bag of dog food, too. A jug of water. A bowl to pour it in…Jesus. “No, but go ahead and toss in a couple slices of apple pie. Wait. Might as well give me one extra large chocolate shake.”
    “Got it. And Casper, no one here’s going to bite.”
    He looked up, catching the wink Teri Gregor threw him before she turned for the order wheel hanging above the kitchen’s pass-through window. He thought back over his history, weighed it, came away pretty sure he’d never crossed any lines with her, though he doubted Dax could say the same.
    Who knew getting out and about was going to have him questioning all the wrong turns he’d taken when knowing better didn’t mean shit? Whatever. He couldn’t be bothered with any of that now. He had too much on his plate already, and the dog and the squatter weren’t helping.
    At some point today, he was going to have to stop by the cityand have the water to the house turned back on. No doubt that would require a hefty deposit. Might as well count on one for the electricity, too. And the gas. Had to have both to run the water heater, a vacuum, the refrigerator and a fan, plus the stove, because in the end it would be cheaper than buying and fueling a generator.
    And Clay had to take a bath. The boy was already ripe, and working up a sweat while cleaning would only add another layer of stink. Depending on what all Clay had in his backpack, Casper was also going to need to haul his clothes to the ranch, or at least to the Laundromat for washing.
    Okay. Hold up. What was he doing? Making it easy for Clay to stay in the house instead of turning him over to the authorities or sending him on his way? Buying dog food and a water bowl for Kevin? A chocolate shake
and
apple pie?
    He was asking for trouble. For himself, for the boy. Letting Sheriff Orleans know a runaway had taken up residence on Mulberry Street was the right thing to do for all of them.
    But Casper couldn’t find it in him to be right about this.
    Movement to his left had him looking that way as attorney Greg Barrett boosted onto the neighboring stool. “Casper.”
    “Greg.”
    “How’re things at the ranch?”
    “Good. The firm?” Not that he gave a crap. Casper’s loyalties were with his boys, not the half-brother Dax had only learned this summer he had.
    Greg bobbed his head. “Busy now that Darcy’s set up her own practice.”
    Again. Hard to care. Darcy as a Dalton Gang sister got the same loyalty as Dax. “Word has it she’s keeping busy, too.”
    “Not surprising. She had her own clients. Others,” Greg said, stopping as if to weigh what his position allowed him to say.“Some of mine preferred to take their family law issues to a different