90
Aspen
The decision is made fast.
Too fast.
Like no one wants to give anyone else time to change it.
“We move now,” Havoc says.
Not loud.
Not aggressive.
But final.
The kind of final no one argues with.
Even the CIA.
That should bother me more than it does.
But right now?
I’m focused on one thing.
The farm.
Tank’s grandfather’s land.
The place I came back to take care of. This will be Dylan’s place when he grows up.
We have to rebuild where it was torn up by the bullets.
To make it safe again.
And now—
It might be the reason all of this is happening.
My stomach twists.
“No,” I whisper, shaking my head. “This doesn’t make sense… Tank didn’t even know I was coming back—”
“He didn’t need to,” Havoc says again.
His eyes find mine.
Steady.
Certain.
“He knew you,” he adds quietly.
That lands harder.
Because it’s true.