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a soul.”

“Good job, Green, good job,” Chad said, patting his back.

“I sure want to know how she’s involved in all of this,” Eyes said. He looked over at Brackish. Chad grabbed his arm as he was about to move toward their tech guru.

“Not tonight, Eyes. Even we can take a day off,” Chad said with a laugh. “Tonight’s a celebration. Let Brackish enjoy himself and his new bride.”

“Love,” Eyes said with a laugh. “It just makes men soft.”

“I don’t know,” Chad said. “I think it’s made me stronger. I’ve got a partner at my side I can count on for anything and there’s nothing that will stop me from getting home to her. Love can be our downfall if we’re fools about it. Or it can be what saves us.”

“I need another drink,” Green said as he laughed and walked away.

“Green’s gonna be next,” Eyes said with a laugh as he looked over at Joseph. “The old man has his eyes on him right now.” Eyes and Chad looked between Joseph and Green, and they both laughed.

“You just might be right,” Chad said. “Now, let’s get back to the party.”

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Chapter One

Daisy Green was anything but fine. Her life wasn’t going the way it was supposed to go, and she had no idea what she was going to do next. Everything she’d been fighting so hard for seemed to keep crashing around her, and all she’d ever dreamt about kept getting destroyed. At this point there weren’t even ashes left over for her to rise from and take flight.

Currently she was on the phone with her very worried grandfather while she tried to keep it together. She was so close to falling apart she wasn’t sure what she was going to do. All she knew for sure was that if her grandpa knew how bad she felt, his impeccable radar would come out, and Daisy would be smothered. She couldn’t handle that right now.

“Gramps, there’s nothing to worry about,” she said for what felt like the millionth time. Though, that saying had always amused her. Did people truly understand how long it would take to say the same thing over and over again a million times? If she weren’t on the phone, she’d ask Siri that question right now. Siri, how many hours would it take to repeat a sentence one million times? If she didn’t forget by the end of her conversation with her gramps, she still might ask.

Daisy was sitting in a crowded airport, her steam long gone. She’d already spent the last twenty-four hours packing, and then waiting on public transportation, and then spent more time waiting on standby to get out of this country. As much as her grandpa drove her crazy at times, she truly wanted nothing more than to tuck tail and go home.

She was so much luckier than many women in her profession. She still had a home to come back to. Not that any twenty-seven-year-old woman wanted to admit defeat. It was the ultimate shame to return home to a small country town, especially having already traveled the world with so many more adventures she wanted to take.

Buying a ticket from Australia to Washington State at the last minute wasn’t an easy task. She’d think with the price of the tickets there would be plenty of open seats, but nope, not when she was in a hurry to come home.

“. . . so excited to see you again. And Mary Beth has been reading all of your articles and says you have such a gift. Of course, I’ve known this all of your life . . .” Her gramps kept on talking, but Daisy tuned him out. How could she tell her gramps she’d failed at saving yet another historic place and that no one wanted to hear about history, or how important it was. Yes, she kept on writing about her adventures, but even her articles weren’t getting much traction. What was she going to do? Should she give it all up?

As her gramp’s voice continued speaking in her ear buds, she looked at the sea of people surrounding her. There were some leery looking travelers, but most people seemed happy and festive as if they’d had a great vacation. But this was a long flight, and no one in the airport would be doing anything but sleeping for the next fifteen hours. With all of the delays, though, who knew what actual time