Brennan Murphy left his son's bedside, picking up the incessantly ringing phone. He recognized the beautiful woman cuddling a cat on the screen as the reason his youngest son had sustained a gunshot wound to the stomach and was now lying in a critical condition behind him.
Floyd had been obsessing over the young woman ever since he returned home, his focus so diverted that he had failed to address the threat looming over them. And where had that landed him? Unconscious, wounded, his life hanging by a thread, all because a young woman had diverted him from his mission.
Brennan answered the call, his anger and anguish rendering him silent until he heard Lucielle utter his son's name.
"Floyd?"
"No, this is his father, Brennan."
"Oh! I apologize for calling so early. I was hoping to speak
