Lawliss turned to follow the sound of the voice he heard. He had grown accustomed to the idea of never hearing it again. As far as he was concerned even after everything Mac had remained loyal to Jax and his remaining crew and would have turned him and Junk in for soup bones if he'd ever laid eyes on the woman he had at one time considered to be one of his best friends. But here she was in Clayton, apparently alone and calling his name in a tone that was anything but adversarial.
Lawliss had been hefting blocks all day in an attempt to create a gating system to the areas of the town which were difficult to keep under consistent guard, there still weren't that many people there and as their community began to thrive he also worried they began to draw unwanted attention, but the work left him sweating and covered in dust and grime...just the way his wife liked it now he thought about it. Without thinking he dropped the block he was carrying and moved to Mac, sweeping her off the floor in a tight hug. “And where the hell have you been?”