Liam James (Seals on Fraiser Mountain #9)

Jenny

Poppy finally fell asleep, but it was the restless kind, the kind where her head jerked like she was running in her dreams.

I sat in the passenger seat, hands clenched in my lap, watching the miles roll under the tires while Liam drove in silence, his jaw tight, his eyes scanning every car behind us.

He didn’t have to say it out loud.

We both knew it.

My brother was coming.

And Poppy was the one person on earth whom he wanted dead, even though he was her father.