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Forged in Ember
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble -- EXCERPT: “You can talk to him after you’ve eaten, Benji. Now skedaddle.” She waited for Brendan to herd his brother across the cafeteria floor before turning a suddenly grave face in Mac’s direction. “The boys’ doctor asked to see Amy in private, and I suspect the news is less than good. Nobody should have to face something like that alone, but she needed help with the boys, so I couldn’t stay.” Ah hell . . . Stiffening, Mac took a step back. “Beth or Kait—” “Aren’t here. You are. The meeting with the doctor will be over by the time I find them. Amy needs someone now.” Mac took another step back. “I’m sure Mrs. Chastain would prefer to have a woman with her.” “The only woman available is me, and I promised her I’d take care of her children. Trust me, she’d be much more comfortable with me watching over her boys than holding her hand. Which means you’re currently the only person available to step up.” She leaned toward him, a militant look sheening her gaze. Fuck. “She’s at the clinic, Commander. Alone. She needs you.” The resolve shifted to entreaty in her eyes and voice. Double fuck. He spread his feet and tensed his muscles, powering up for an uncompromising refusal. No way in hell was he taking on Amy Chastain’s troubles. “Fine.” The surrender grated as it rumbled up his throat and out his mouth. Where the hell had that come from? Mac scowled, regrouping. Time to nip this in the bud and retreat to safety. “Look, I’ll check in on her. That’s all I’m promising.” He groaned beneath his breath. Agreeing to check up on the damn woman wasn’t exactly retreating. Marion’s expression softened in relief. “I’m sure she’ll appreciate that, Commander.” Grunting an acknowledgment, Mac brushed past Marion before she talked him into doing anything else. Of course, just because he’d agreed to check on Amy didn’t mean he had to do so. It would be easy enough to skirt that duty by heading in the opposite direction. Except his feet developed a mind of their own and carried him two streets to the right and through the clinic’s sliding glass doors.
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