“Where?”
Jax smiled.
“There’s someone I want you to meet.”
—
They rode for twenty minutes.
No one spoke.
The wind was cold, but Cassie didn’t care.
They pulled up to a small house on the edge of town.
Warm lights glowed in the windows.
The smell of something baking drifted out.
Jax led her to the door.
He knocked.
A woman answered.
She was older, with kind eyes and flour on her hands.
She looked at Cassie.
Her face crumpled.
“Oh, sweetheart,” the woman whispered.
“You look just like…”
Cassie frowned.
“Just like who?”
The woman glanced at Jax.
He nodded.
She took Cassie’s hand.
“Come inside, baby. There’s something you need to know about your father.”
Cassie’s heart stopped.
“My father?”
The woman smiled through tears.
“He didn’t leave you, honey. He was killed. In Afghanistan. But before he died, he made Jax promise him something.”
Cassie looked at Jax.
Her voice barely a whisper.
“What did he promise?”
