Willa shrugged. "I don't think I'll stay long. I came out to see someone I used to know, before the fallout, and..." How should she say it? How had she felt the night before, when he'd told her his life wasn't any of her business? "I guess I don't really know him anymore. So maybe it's me who's being a dick to my brother."
She nodded at the guard on duty and opened the door, ushering Marcus into the would-be stable before reaching out for the jug of water. "Thank you," she said first, and lest he think he was being dismissed now that the burden had been carried, she made her way over to the first of the half-jug troughs that had been made and asked, "So how does a trauma nurse find his way into an outlaw biker enclave? Otra historia aburrida?"