The Lost Pack
For a heartbeat, I’m back there, juggling Jaxon’s book bag and lunchbox, while she leans over the fence to slip Jax a biscuit and ask if I’m eating enough.
“Mrs Turner,” I breathe.
Her face crumples with relief and outrage all at once. “Oh, love, I knew he was lying. He said you ran off and abandoned that boy, but I told him, I said, ‘Our Paige would never leave that sweet boy.’” Her eyes flick over my shoulder to the wall of very large, very dangerous-looking men behind me. “Goodness. You have… friends.”
“That is one word for us,” Callen says, flashing her his charming grin.
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