"I gave the drill back to the installers," he promised.

Malcolm followed him back inside and poured himself a couple fingers of scotch as Raylan retrieved his beer, then followed him back outside, toeing his shoes off to pull his feet up onto the sofa as he leaned against Raylan's side. His eyes wandered back to the baby.

"Willa is a pretty name," he noted softly wiggling his finger at her hand. "How did you choose it?"