Page 60 of Bad Blood Bear

“I don’t know,” Tank said. “Custom ones like this would take a lot of time. I’m not sure if I could turn them out fast enough to make a profit. One of the reasons people like tiny houses is that they’re inexpensive.”

Lissa said, “Couldn’t you make a few basic models that could be finished to people’s taste? You could train Sloan to help you. He likes to work with his hands.”

Tank leaned back and looked down at her. “He does?”

“Silly bear,” Lissa said. “Of course he does. Who do you think Xander is stealing your stuff for? Sloan is too scared to ask Flynn for anything, and he’s scared to steal it himself.”

“Xander does that for Sloan? I didn’t even think they liked each other.”

Lissa smacked him. “You should talk to your crew once in a while. Find out what they want out of life.”

Tank shrugged uncomfortably. “Flynn’s the alpha. That’s his job.”

Lissa said, “Flynn drinks too much, and he’s not sure he wants to be alpha. Somebody needs to help him. After all, he was tortured too. He has to be dealing with stuff.”

She knew Flynn was dealing with his own demons, and it was hard on a crew when the leader was too preoccupied with his own mess to deal with the others’. She’d never been a shifter before, but she’d been in crews on the street, and it couldn’t be that different.

Tank grew thoughtful and quiet. Lissa didn’t say anything more. She knew that Flynn relied on Tank more than he wanted to admit, but Tank needed to decide if he was going to go all-in with this crew.

Or go back to Georgia.

Lissa didn’t want to think about that. She had to keep Tank here. This was where he belonged.

This crew needed to become a real crew, and Flynn needed to be a real alpha. Maybe then Tank would realize that this was where his future lay.