CHAPTER 9IT HAD TAKEN CALEB TEN minutes to get himself up off the bed, and another five minutes to hobble across the garage floor. It wasn’t that it was a near-impossible feat for him to accomplish, but with his shoulder freshly set, he couldn’t afford to take a back step in the healing process by knocking it out again. Though, in truth, he wasn’t in nearly the desolate condition the woman seemed to think he was. Sure, he’d required some stitches and had to have a joint popped back into place. But it wasn’t the worst injuries he’d ever suffered. With no broken bones and no organ damage, he’d be fine.
Now, with the woman and child gone, he had some time to scope out the house, and hopefully, put in a call to let his team know he was still alive and to find out where to go from here. In rea
