"If you get a whiff of anything in there that has my scent on it, back away. If you touch it, you're a dead man." Sean grinned. "Okay, now I'm catching on. Oh man, this is going to be fun." He jumped out of the truck and bounded up the stairs, clearly dying of curiosity. Luke was right behind him, but almost plowed into him. Sean stopped short right inside the door. Walt and Shelby were sitting up at the bar and both turned at the sound of someone entering. Luke put a firm hand, a reminder, on Sean's shoulder. "Holy shit," Sean whispered. Luke gave his shoulder a little shake and pushed him forward. "General Booth," Luke said. "Shelby McIntyre. Meet my brother Sean." "Sir," Sean said. "Miss." Standing behind him as he was, Luke couldn't see Sean's dimpled grin, but knew it was huge. It made Luke's frown a little deeper. God, he thought, why couldn't I have had sisters? Jack"