not
outgoing.”
Dare
nodded.
Of
the
five
Westmoreland
brothers,
he
was
the
least
outgoing,
if
you
didn’t
count
Thorn
who
was
known
to
be
a
pain
in
the
butt
at
times.
Growing
up,
Dare
had
felt
that
his
brothers
were
all
the
playmates
he
had
needed,
and
because
of
that,
he
never
worried
about
making
friends
or
being
accepted.
His
brothers
were
his
friends—his
best
friends—and
as
far
as
he’d
been
concerned
they
were
enough.
It
was
only
after
he
got
older
and
his
brothers
began
seeking
other
interests
that
he
began
getting
out
more,
playing
sports,
meeting
people
and
making
new
friends.
So
if
AJ
wasn’t
as
outgoing
as
most
ten-year-old
kids,
he
had
definitely
inherited
that
characteristic
from
him.
“So
how
do
you
think
I
should
handle
it?”
“I
suggest
that
we
don’t
tell
him
the
truth
about
you
just
yet,
and
that
you
take
the
initiative
to
form
a
bond
with
him,
share
his
life
and
get
to
know
him.”
Dare
raised
a
dark
brow.
“And
just
how
am
I
supposed
to
do
that?
Our
first
meeting
didn’t
exactly
get
off
to
a
great
start,
Shelly.
Technically,
I
arrested
him,
for
heaven’s
sake.
My
own
son!
A
kid
who
didn’t
bat
an
eye
when
he
informed
me
he
hated
cops—which
is
what
I
definitely
am.
Then
there’s
this
little
attitude
problem
of
his
that
I
feel
needs
adjusting.
So
come
on,
let’s
be
real
here.
How
am
I
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