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Swede smirked. “You really need to learn to keep your hands to yourself sometimes.”
“You take that back!”
Swede laughed out loud.
“Seriously, she said she’d support my decision.”
“Well, there is nothing that says you can’t hear him out.” Swede suggested. “Want me to go with you?”
I shook my head. “Naw. I got this. I think.”
“Okay—I’ll make myself available just in case you need me.”
Nodding, I sent Daniel a quick text message to set up the meeting, then shoved my phone into my pocket. Swede went to pour himself a drink, and when he returned, I was still second guessing my decision to bring Daniel Archer back into my life.
“You’re thinking entirely too hard about this.” Swede told me.
“Yeah—it’s just one of those things.”
Swede exhaled a loud breath. “Well, you have backup if you need someone to put a foot up his ass.”
“I know.” I laughed.
“When you meet with him, be sure to inform him that if he messes with you, if—and that’s abigif—they find his body, it’ll look like an accident.”
“There won’t be a need for bloodshed.” I patted Swede’s shoulder affectionately.
“Who said anything about bloodshed?” Swede asked before sipping from his cup. “I know a million different ways to make that fool suffer without drawing a drop of blood. You should know better.”
Reaching over, I patted his shoulder and straightened myself to my full height. I grabbed my hat and exited the headquarters. For a moment, I stood in front of my truck and looked up at the sky.
It was clear, blue, slightly irritating.
That was my mood talking.
I made an annoyed sound in my throat before climbing into my truck and headed away from the Crazy Mountains, towering behind me like spectres.
The drive through Big Timber didn’t settle my dread. Before heading into the city, I stopped and bought myself a couple bottles of water. I drank one bottle in its entirety then set out on my way again, feeling a little better than I had.
I thought back to why Daniel and I never got a long.
To be honest, the war had never been between myself and Daniel Archer. It was a generational thing—his grandfather and mine had a thing.
Their sons had a thing.
And apparently, Daniel and I needed to carry on the darkness.
I never subscribed to it—not really. But Daniel had and as teenagers, he’d tried making my life hell. He almost ruined my chances in the military, but I wasn’t my father. I didn’t sit around and allow anyone to walk all over me.
I’d had enough with my father and his disappointment in me—I didn’t need it from some idiot with a God complex.
I didn’t like fighting, but Daniel had it coming.
One day everything was going wrong.
Everything I touched went to hell and I wanted to go home, shower and climb right into bed. Daniel started in on me. Apparently, he didn’t like being ignored.
He shoved me.
