Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Logan appeared behind the bar carrying a keg for the tap. You wouldn’t know to look at him he was the police chief. Instead of sporting the standard issued uniform Duke always wore, Logan stuck to all black. Black boots, black cargo pants, black tee with the town logo on the back. He kept his badge in his back pocket, but his gun rested on his hip at all times. He looked like a SWAT officer or the soldier he’d always be. My soldier. ‘Til death do us part in just a few months. It would be sooner if Logan had his way, but I wanted a big bash outside at The Sarah so the whole town could witness how much I loved him. So we had to wait for warmer weather.
Max trotted around the front of the bar and leaned against my leg.
“You allow dogs in your bar?” John Little asked incredulously.
I turned back from watching Logan and took in the older couple. “He’s my bouncer.”
“What can a dog . . .”
Susie stopped speaking when I gave Max the hand signal for Guard and he stood quickly and lowered his head at the couple, his upper lip quivering so he could bare his teeth as he growled.
When Max growled, it took Logan point five seconds to clear the bar, looking for the enemy. He was a bit overprotective these days since I was five and a half months pregnant. Antibiotics and birth control don’t mix apparently. We’re expecting a son in July. It’s just as well it’s not a little girl. I was used to the testosterone flooding my house. I wouldn’t know what to do with an estrogen-filled female.
“Oh my,” the woman mumbled, hand to her chest as she stared up at Logan.
I gave Max the hand signal for At Ease and he flopped at my feet but kept an eye on the couple. He’d been my constant companion since my attack. I wasn’t allowed to go to the grocery store to pick up the steak Logan insisted feeding him, at least once a day, without taking Max with me. Because of all the time we spent together, he sometimes disregarded Logan if he gave him a command. Especially if I was lounging on the couch with the war dog and Logan wanted to lie down in Max’s spot.
“Are you the police chief?” the woman breathed out on a sigh with dreamy eyes.
I tried to control my giggle, but Logan caught it and rolled his eyes. At least once a week, if not once a day, some female tourist would mosey into the bar looking for a cold beer and start drooling at the sight of Logan. And don’t get me started on the media. Once they found out the officer who caught Chance was a former Delta Force operator, who looked like an Adonis, he had to change his cell number.
“Logan Storm,” he answered, putting out his hand to shake hers and her husband’s. “Can I get you a cold one?”
The man seemed puzzled. “Is that even legal? That can’t be legal. If you’re on duty, you shouldn’t be serving alcohol with a gun on your person.”
“Might be, but I don’t care,” Logan stated, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. “Told’em they can have my badge anytime. If they want me in the position, then they have to take me as they get me. And I come with a gun. Always.”
You could take the sniper out of the army, but you couldn’t take a gun from the sniper.
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One week later . . .
Logan stared up at Montana State Hospital. Chance Bear had asked to speak with Skylar, and she agreed, going against Logan’s fervent wish to keep her away from anything that could harm her or his son resting peacefully in her belly.
“He gets one chance, baby. The second he does or says anything I don’t like, we’re out of there. Understand?”
Josh and Jake supported Logan on this. After being held at knifepoint, they had no use for their half brother, but Skylar felt she owed it to her mother to visit him at least once. Sarah James had loved Chance until the day she died, and now that Skylar was heavy with Logan’s son, she understood the bond between mother and child.
Skylar squeezed his hand in understanding. “It’ll be fine. We all know the truth now. Even Chance. He’s guilty of many things, but Justice should take most of the blame. He turned his son into a killer after years of abuse. I think that deserves a little compassion.”
There was that soft side again. Skylar could forgive anyone, given enough time to calm down. Even a man who’d held a knife to her brother’s throat and shot the other in the arm.
“What about your man. Doesn’t he deserve a little compassion?”