(Ridge)
At nine, I got up. Started getting ready.
Put on my vest. Checked my gun. Made sure I had everything.
Mira watched. Didn't say anything.
I looked at her. "I love you."
"I love you too."
"I'll be back."
"I know."
I kissed her. Held her for a long moment.
Then I let go.
Walked out of our section. Headed to the main room.
Dad and Mom were waiting by the bar.
"You ready?" Dad asked.
"Yeah."
Mom came over. Hugged me. "Be careful."
"I will."
"And come back. You hear me?"
"I hear you."
She pulled back. Looked at me. "I mean it, Ridge."
"I know, Mom. I'll come back."
Dad put his hand on my shoulder. "Remember what I told you. Keep your head clear. Don't let your anger make you sloppy."
"I won't."
He nodded. Stepped back.
Harlow was standing near the door. Arms crosse
