“The fact that you’re having this inner debate speaks volumes about you. I’d be concerned if you didn’t question it.”

“I appreciate you saying that.”

“I mean it.”

“I know you do.” He lapsed into a long silence. “Seeing Montez in Gitmo… I felt pity for him.”

“And that surprises you? Not me. I knew in my heart what kind of a man you were when you tossed the knife aside.”

“I’m glad you were there.” He leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

“Hey, you. Upstairs. Now.”

***

Holly rinsed the plates and put them in the dishwasher while Grant and Sherman studied her every move. “You’re guys are good company.” She pulled a couple of cheese sticks from the refrigerator and scored some points.

Half an hour later, she went upstairs to check on Nathan. With the dogs at her side, she stopped at his bedroom door.

What she saw brought a smile.

For there lay Nathan McBride—sleeping soundly—in his bed.

Contents

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter  23

Chapter  24

Chapter  25

Chapter  26

Chapter  27

Chapter  28

Chapter  29

Chapter  30

Chapter  31

Chapter  32

Chapter  33

Chapter  34

Chapter  35

Chapter  36

Chapter  37

Chapter  38

Chapter  39

Chapter  40

Chapter  41

Chapter  42

Chapter  43

Chapter  44

Chapter  45

Chapter  46

Chapter  47

Chapter  48

Chapter  49

Chapter  50

Chapter  51