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
“Yes, today, when I finally was able to talk to him alone. I should have done it sooner but I couldn’t think straight, and it took me a while to work up to it.”
Hayley nodded in gentle understanding. “It’s not easy to change your entire way of thinking. And it would be especially tough for you right now, when you have your own situation to deal with at the same time. But I’m glad you told him.”
“I’m not sure it did much good,” Amanda said rather glumly. “Now he thinks I just feel sorry for him.”
“Do you?”
“In a way, because of the permanent damage. But I admire him more, for how he’s adapted.”
“He’s done well. Although it is curious that he’s refused the joint replacement surgery.”
Amanda frowned. “Joint replacement? I didn’t realize they did that for elbows. But I guess if they can do knees, an elbow isn’t all that different.”
“I’d think it would be even more durable, without the putting weight on it issue.”
Amanda nodded. “But...you said he’s refused it?”
“That’s what Quinn told me.”
“But why, if it could help?”
“Quinn said he said he was tired of surgery. But he suspects there’s more to it than just that.”
“Like...what?”
Hayley shook her head at the question. “Quinn’s a guy, he doesn’t speculate on stuff like that, or dig at somebody to talk about something they don’t want to talk about. Well, except me,” she added with a grin.
Amanda sighed. “If I didn’t like you both so much I’d envy you. You’re amazing together.”
“We are,” Hayley agreed simply. Then, with a speculative look at Amanda, she said, “That story I promised... I know a little bit about...misjudging people.”
“You? I can’t imagine that.”
“Then you should talk to my brother. I thought the absolute worst of him for a very long time. Because I didn’t know the truth.”
Amanda listened with increasing amazement at the story Hayley told her then, of terrorism and courage and a man who kept his word even when it hurt. “So...heroics run in the family?” she said rather faintly at the end.
Hayley grinned. “On all sides, now. Amy’s no slouch in the nerve department, either. And Walker’s running the Southwest office of Foxworth now.”
“Wow.”
Hayley became serious then. “I told you that to show you that damaged bridges can be repaired. And sometimes they’re even stronger, after.”
“I...but how do you make up for that damage, when they believe the horrible things you thought are true? And when it may well be your fault that they believe it?”
“That one I don’t have an answer for, except keep trying.”
“Maybe if I grovel for five years,” Amanda said glumly.