"We talk on the phone at least once a month, sometimes twice. He's a good kid."
"You called him a man earlier."
I smiled. "When he's shooting, he's a man; on the phone, he still sounds like a kid."
"He still has a crush on you."
I nodded. "I've noticed."
"It used to bother you that he liked you."
"A little, but he needs a friend he can talk to about the stuff that the two of you are doing to train him up."
"I didn't know he talked to you about that."
"I decided I'd rather know what you're doing with Peter than have to guess."
He looked at me. I looked back. We had one of those guy moments. He knew I didn't approve, but I'd still support him and Peter. The silence said it for us, all that and more. "What do you think of his training?"
"I think that you're a scary son of a bitch, and he's lucky to have you in his life."
Edward looked down at the steering wheel, his hands sliding over it, as if he just needed something to do with them. "Thank you for that."
"It's just the truth," I said.
He looked up, that serious, almost sorrowful look still in his blue eyes. "Let's get out and find Newman and try to reason with him."
"Reason how?" I asked.