Sniper (Steel Demons MC, #8)

Sniper

M y heart pounded in my throat the same as it had before every fucking mission I went on for Uncle Sam. I’d left it too long with Katey, but every time I walked past the room— our room—I chickened out and walked right on by. It was a cowardly move, and I was nobody’s definition of a coward, so it left me feeling ashamed and pissed off. I also had a hangover from hell which wasn’t helping with my mood.

“Can’t put it off any longer, man.” Maverick stood beside me wearing a sympathetic smile. “It’s been too fucking long. Grace said she didn’t come down for dinner last night and when she brought up a tray with breakfast this morning it was untouched.”

That one statement alone showed just how thoroughly she’d become one of us. The old ladies were worried about her too. “She’s upset, she just needs some time to herself,” I said, more to assure myself than as an explanation to Maverick.