Chapters (46)
- Cover
- Back Cover Text
- Introduction
- Dear Reader
- About the Author
- Dedication
- 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
- Infiltration Rescue
- The Deception
“It’s his Quinn sound,” Hayley said. “He’s got one for everybody at Foxworth now. I get a happy bark—Quinn and I both get it when we’re together—Liam gets this two-note thing, Teague got his own when he and his fiancée got together, and...well, if I told you what Rafe’s was you’d think I was crazy.”
Amanda stared at her. Hayley laughed, but got up as the front door opened and Quinn came in.
And Adam stepped in after him.
She hadn’t expected that. He must have given Quinn a ride home rather than the tow truck. Quinn shed his jacket, then said something to Adam who then, seeming reluctant, did the same. A little awkwardly as he held on to a bag of...something. He switched the bag to his left hand, then used the free fingers to tug at the right cuff and got it off, then hung it up on the rack by the door where Quinn had put his.
He nodded at Hayley, who moved to pour two more cups of the coffee she’d put on when she and Amanda had gotten here. He hesitated, then walked over to Amanda. Cutter jumped to his feet and they got tangled somehow. The dog knocked Adam off balance and he dropped to the couch where Hayley had been sitting. Right beside her.
“Sorry,” he muttered, then held out the bag. “Here. From the car.”
She gave a little start of surprise, then took the bag and looked inside. Saw several things that must have spilled out of her purse during the crash. “I... Thank you.”
He reached into a back pocket. “And this. I didn’t think you’d want to leave it in there.”
She knew the moment she caught sight of the size and shape what it was. The picture. Taken the day they’d gone to bring the worn, rough-running car home. She’d been as excited as he was, the prospect of long hours spent with him as they worked on it together. Well, he had worked, she had mostly played the oldies on the odd stereo that used the tapes that were also in the bag, as she stood by to hand him tools as he requested them. And so she knew a socket wrench from a torque wrench, but also how to gap a spark plug and change air and oil filters, among other things.