Chapters (47)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Contents
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
But Mac felt like he did.
Hannah’s eyes went misty. “But you’re all right?”
“Yes. To be totally clichéd, it’s just a flesh wound,” Mac said.
“So what happened last night?” Hannah asked.
With a deep breath, Mac told them everything, from leaving the nursing home to his conversation with Stella.
“Strange . . .” Grant said. “And I’m not a big fan of weird events, not after everything that’s happened over the last year.”
“I’m going to find her.” Mac set down his empty cup. “I need to find her.”
He couldn’t have another woman he couldn’t save haunting his sleep.
“Does Brody know about this?” Hannah’s mouth pursed.
“I imagine Stella will tell him this morning.” Mac spun his empty coffee mug on the table.
“Is there anything we can do?” Grant asked.
Mac stretched. “Let me borrow your cell phone. I need to call the auto shop.”
“OK.” Grant held his phone toward him. “On one condition.”
Wary, Mac froze. “What?”
“You have dinner at my house tonight. We can talk about all of this. Plus, we have funeral and estate issues to discuss. Ellie has been worried sick, and the kids miss you.” Grant had proposed to Ellie on Christmas Day. They’d bought and renovated a home. They were raising Carson and Faith and building a family together. They were happy. Was that envy crawling around in Mac’s chest? Since when did hearth and home have any appeal to him?
“Deal.” For once in his life, Mac wanted to be part of his family. Now he had to figure out how to make that happen. He’d been alone so long, anything else took thought and effort.
Hannah reached across the table and opened her hand. Mac took it. Grant placed a hand on each of their shoulders. The three of them were connected now in a way they hadn’t been since they’d faced all those survival challenges their father had set up for them. They were bound by their shared experiences.
But once there had been four of them.
Grief welled in Mac’s chest. Raw and sharp, it nearly choked him. Grant’s hand squeezed his shoulder. Mac swallowed hard. Lee had been gone for fifteen months, but the wound his murder left was still wide open, and the Colonel’s death had been a handful of salt.
Mac needed to deal with his pain before the scar it left was permanent.
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Thirteen
Stella jerked awake. Her heart hammered. Her breaths bellowed in and out of her lungs as if she’d just run the academy obstacle course.