Chapters (56)
- Cover
- Praise for the novels of Mia Sheridan
- About the Author
- NOTE TO READERS
- Dedication
- prologue
- chapter one
- chapter two
- chapter three
- chapter four
- chapter five
- chapter six
- chapter seven
- chapter eight
- chapter nine
- chapter ten
- chapter eleven
- chapter twelve
- chapter thirteen
- chapter fourteen
- chapter fifteen
- chapter sixteen
- chapter seventeen
- chapter eighteen
- chapter nineteen
- chapter twenty
- chapter twenty-one
- chapter twenty-two
- chapter twenty-three
- chapter twenty-four
- chapter twenty-five
- chapter twenty-six
- chapter twenty-seven
- chapter twenty-eight
- chapter twenty-nine
- chapter thirty
- chapter thirty-one
- chapter thirty-two
- chapter thirty-three
- chapter thirty-four
- chapter thirty-five
- chapter thirty-six
- chapter thirty-seven
- chapter thirty-eight
- chapter thirty-nine
- chapter forty
- chapter forty-one
- chapter forty-two
- chapter forty-three
- chapter forty-four
- chapter forty-five
- chapter forty-six
- chapter forty-seven
- chapter forty-eight
- epilogue
- acknowledgments
“I can be brave.”
“Great.” Tuck turned toward Katelyn. “Do you have more gauze?”
“Yes. I picked up what supplies I could from the drugstore. I even got some plaster cloth.”
Tuck met my eyes, and I startled slightly as though I’d grown invisible for a few minutes there and suddenly reappeared under his gaze. “Emily, will you go grab the supplies? And a bowl of water?”
“The supplies are in the bathroom,” Katelyn said. “The second door on the right. And the kitchen sink is filled with clean water.”
I blinked, the words registering as my feet moved. “I…sure. Okay.” I walked quickly to the bathroom and opened a few cabinets and found the unopened supplies and gathered them and then returned to the living room. I walked to where Tuck was and placed the supplies at the end of the couch.
“Thank you,” he murmured distractedly. He had picked up Brent’s arm again and was using his thumbs to press into his flesh. I stood straight and headed for the kitchen to get the water. Charlie wasn’t standing where he had been, and when I turned out of the living room, I collided with him, the bowl of water he was carrying splashing over my shirt as I let out a small screech and the bowl clattered loudly to the floor. Behind me, I heard Brent let out a yelp and when I whipped my head around, Tuck shot us a glare, pulled in a deep breath, and focused back on what he was doing.
I cringed. “Sorry. I’m sorry,” I said as I bent and picked up the bowl. God, I felt like a clown. Katelyn had looked starstruck when Charlie and I entered the house. But in reality? We were mostly useless. Recognizable faces and nothing more. Tuck should have gotten the celebrity treatment. He’d recalled setting a few animal bones and now was currently attempting to fix their family member’s injured arm. Not only that, but he seemed confident that he could do it.
Charlie bent too. “Sorry about that.”
“It was just an accident,” I said in a hushed whisper. “You get a towel and clean this up and I’ll get another bowl of water.” He gave me an annoyed look that he quickly covered with a small smile before standing and heading for the bathroom.