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Chapters (56)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise for the novels of Mia Sheridan
  3. About the Author
  4. NOTE TO READERS
  5. Dedication
  6. prologue
  7. chapter one
  8. chapter two
  9. chapter three
  10. chapter four
  11. chapter five
  12. chapter six
  13. chapter seven
  14. chapter eight
  15. chapter nine
  16. chapter ten
  17. chapter eleven
  18. chapter twelve
  19. chapter thirteen
  20. chapter fourteen
  21. chapter fifteen
  22. chapter sixteen
  23. chapter seventeen
  24. chapter eighteen
  25. chapter nineteen
  26. chapter twenty
  27. chapter twenty-one
  28. chapter twenty-two
  29. chapter twenty-three
  30. chapter twenty-four
  31. chapter twenty-five
  32. chapter twenty-six
  33. chapter twenty-seven
  34. chapter twenty-eight
  35. chapter twenty-nine
  36. chapter thirty
  37. chapter thirty-one
  38. chapter thirty-two
  39. chapter thirty-three
  40. chapter thirty-four
  41. chapter thirty-five
  42. chapter thirty-six
  43. chapter thirty-seven
  44. chapter thirty-eight
  45. chapter thirty-nine
  46. chapter forty
  47. chapter forty-one
  48. chapter forty-two
  49. chapter forty-three
  50. chapter forty-four
  51. chapter forty-five
  52. chapter forty-six
  53. chapter forty-seven
  54. chapter forty-eight
  55. epilogue
  56. 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.