Chapter 20

• Sawyer Knox had been in as many war zones as he had time zones. In his six years as an active-duty Marine, he’d been chased, shot at, and—in the act that had ultimately benched him for good—had an
• The IEDonated 300 yards from the spot where he’d been standing. But none of that had quite prepared him for the gut-dipping terror of his friend Isabella rushing out of the ladies’ room in the back of his bar and grill and handing him her baby.
• “Oh, thank God!” she said, her words tumbling out in a rush. “There’s been a huge emergency downtown and my entire unit, plus probably half the cops in the district, just got called in.”