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
“Still, I do think he’s hiding something. I’m just not sure it’s related to this. Anyway, Liam did a little digging into his family on the way back.”
“I remember his mother and grandmother at the trial,” Amanda said.
Quinn nodded. “The grandmother passed a couple of years ago. As far as we could find, his mother and a younger brother are the only ones left. He wouldn’t talk about her, but Liam found out she’s living there in Walla Walla now.”
“What an awful reason to move,” Adam said. “Kind of...sad, I guess. For her, I mean.”
Amanda gave him a surprised look that turned thoughtful as Quinn said, “We’ll keep digging on that front, but I don’t think he’s the answer to our immediate situation.” He looked at Adam. “I’ve hit everyone on the lists you gave me, and a few more, and nothing. I think we’re at a standstill on that front for the moment. So I’ll take the night shift the next couple of nights, and you can catch up on sleep.”
“Good,” Amanda said. “He needs to.”
Adam gave her a sideways look before he said to Quinn, “Don’t you have to pack?”
“Fifteen minutes. Much to my wife’s dismay, since that’s what she’s doing already.”
Adam smiled at that, but Amanda sniffed and muttered, “Men. Dark suit and you’re done.”
“Gives me more time to appreciate how great Hayley’s going to look in that dress she’ll be wearing,” Quinn said, turning Amanda’s teasing complaint into a wide smile.
Adam wondered what it would be like to be at such ease with her. Quinn was just as connected to the tragedy of her past as he himself was, but with none of the guilt and remorse attached. No, Quinn Foxworth was the hero of the piece, and nothing could change that.
Except... Amanda had apologized. And he didn’t know how to feel about that. He’d never expected it. The only thing that he could see that had changed was that she hadn’t known the details of his injury, and now she did. Which in his mind added up to only one thing. She felt sorry for him. A little to his surprise, he found he preferred her anger to her pity.
“So,” Quinn said to Adam, “you can crash here tonight, while I stand watch.”
Adam’s gaze flicked to Amanda, wondering how she felt about Quinn giving away her guest room to him, of all people.
“Of course,” she said quickly. So quickly he wondered if they had already discussed it.
“I’ll leave Cutter with you in the house, just in case somebody gets past me. He’ll let you know.”