Chapter 40 – The Boyfriend
The driver left the engine running and the door open as he bounded to meet them. Worried brown eyes searched Winry's before flicking down her frame.
Ed bristled. This was the owner of the large shirt.
He was younger, taller and more muscled than Ed had ever been, with an uneasy stance the former alchemist recognized well. You want to protect her? When she's mine?!
The man extended a black-smudged palm, stained despite washing, and offered a curt nod. Ed shook it, wishing his grip was automail again. A familiar smell of grease and gears rose, making his gaze widen.