Chapter 23

Corbin

The first thing I do Tuesday morning, right after I wipe oatmeal off Wyatt's wrist and kiss the top of Savannah's shoulder while she's still half turned toward the coffee maker, is lock down my shop account and every personal thing still tied to my name like I should've done a better job of six months ago.

Not because I've been careless. But because careful doesn't mean much when somebody's