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- A Preview of Book 2 in the ROCKY MOUNTAIN COURAGE Series
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Jack wanted to rush down the sterile hallways to Aunt Nadine’s hospital room, but he took it slow and easy. He might need to get his wound looked at—and soon. No telling what he’d done to his arm last night while fighting with Briggs/Gray and then getting Terra up that cliff to safety.
He’d do it all again, of course. Whatever was necessary.
But right now, he gritted his teeth because fire burned through his arm. He’d give the NSAIDs some time to take effect. Now that he had answers about the murders, he could take a few days to recover.
Jack entered Aunt Nadine’s room and found her sitting up and smiling. She was her old self again. Jack had learned from his neighbor that Aunt Nadine had woken up on the sidewalk outside her house disoriented and confused. She could have gotten lost. Succumbed to the elements.
He exhaled his relief. She sat safe and secure in that hospital bed. A bump on her head, but that was all.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t be here sooner.” He grabbed her hand, hoping she understood just how much she meant to him.
“Did you get him? Did you get that murderer, Jack?”
“In a manner of speaking.”
“I’m glad to hear it. I know how hard this has been on you.” Aunt Nadine sighed as if she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you.”
Jack released her hand and crossed his arms. Was this about his dad? He didn’t think he could go through this again.
“Growing up, you were so driven to prove yourself. You said you wanted to be a hero. You had to do something to prove you weren’t like your father.”
Jack covered his eyes, released a pent-up sigh, then dropped his hand. “Aunt Nadine, I—”
“Don’t interrupt me. I have to get this out. I should have told you this long ago.”
“Okay. I’m listening.”
“You’re just like your father.”
Jack wanted to turn his back. Not this. Not now.
“You don’t understand. He was a hero, Jack. Your father was a good guy. He . . . he took down some bad guys in a drug cartel.”
Okay. Aunt Nadine . . . His heart cracked. He didn’t think there was anything left to break.