CHAPTER 111

Sean drove the mclauren, onto base without uttering a word. Phoenix was safely kenneled, as he had been during the flight home. His incessant barking was background music to Sean. He’d take the dog to the vet today, and start working on someone to look after him while he was overseas.

Monique would have been the obvious choice, but not now. He was reluctant to face the attractive tattoo artist, even though she was easy about asking what was on his mind. Something had shifted. The sobering reality of being utterly alone was hard to get used to. Sorrow hung like a black cape over his shoulders. He wished he could just go to sleep and not wake up.

But then, who would feed Phoenix? Had the mutt saved him from himself?

The guard at the shack wasn’t Dorian, or any of the other regulars. The kid looked like he was all of seventeen, and Sean didn’t have the heart to mess with him.

“Thank you for your service, Mister,” the boy
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