Wyatt didn’t answer.

He unfolded his arms, stepped right into the narrow gap between the counter and the candy rack and reached out his right hand.

His enormous fingers closed around the lapels of David’s leather coat, bunching the fabric up right under his chin.

Wyatt raised his arm straight up.

David weighed at least a hundred and eighty pounds, but Wyatt lifted him right off the ground in one smooth motion.

David gasped, his breath catching in a wet choke.