CHAPTER FOUR
FORD
I hefted my ax and swung down to crack another log. With the sun beating down, I’d ditched my shirt a while ago. Splitting wood was my go-to when I needed to blow off steam, and f**k, in the past three days, I’d prepped firewood for the entire winter. In fact, I had enough to stack in the bed of my truck to take to Buck’s parents.
The frustration I was burning through wasn’t because I was constantly wracked with guilt over the way I’d handled Buck’s death. It also didn’t have anything to do with Indi’s surprise visit. And I definitely wasn’t nursing a set of blue balls after seeing her nearly naked. Again.
Fuck me.
I just had a lot on my mind pulling together my team and figuring out our next moves.
Right.
That’s what I told myself, anyway.
Roscoe came over and dr
