Chapter 11

Broken Warriors?!?! Is that what she thinks of all these men? Men like my father? That they are broken. I bite my tongue to keep from saying anything and I can taste the coppery tang of my own blood.

I can’t believe Jill just said that, especially to me. I made it clear and explained to her in great detail from the beginning how I witnessed the way it helped my father to cope, and I knew that it could help other warriors as well. I always knew she disagreed with my choices, but I thought she at least understood them.

If I didn’t have another purpose in the pack, maybe this is what I was made for. I’ve already been hurt enough that I’ve learned how to keep my emotions out of it, and I’ve seen the way it has helped so many warriors clear their heads and move forward with their lives. Yes, there was the occasional jerk that couldn't be helped by what I offered, but most of the men I serviced showed vast improvement after a night with me.

All through dinner I was stewing over Ji