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Chapters (46)
  1. Cover
  2. Back Cover Text
  3. Introduction
  4. Dear Reader
  5. About the Author
  6. Dedication
  7. Chapter 1
  8. Chapter 2
  9. Chapter 3
  10. Chapter 4
  11. Chapter 5
  12. Chapter 6
  13. Chapter 7
  14. Chapter 8
  15. Chapter 9
  16. Chapter 10
  17. Chapter 11
  18. Chapter 12
  19. Chapter 13
  20. Chapter 14
  21. Chapter 15
  22. Chapter 16
  23. Chapter 17
  24. Chapter 18
  25. Chapter 19
  26. Chapter 20
  27. Chapter 21
  28. Chapter 22
  29. Chapter 23
  30. Chapter 24
  31. Chapter 25
  32. Chapter 26
  33. Chapter 27
  34. Chapter 28
  35. Chapter 29
  36. Chapter 30
  37. Chapter 31
  38. Chapter 32
  39. Chapter 33
  40. Chapter 34
  41. Chapter 35
  42. Chapter 36
  43. Chapter 37
  44. Chapter 38
  45. Infiltration Rescue
  46. 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.