ONE MINUTE he'd been reveling in the late afternoon sun, feeling the sweat dry on his shoulders and neck before he could wipe it away.
In the next instant, she was there.
He'd just glanced over at his son, Casey, only fifteen, but working as hard as any man, tall and strong and deter mined. His smile was filled with incredible pride.
The last two weekends he'd been caught up with pa tients, and he'd missed working outside with Casey, enjoy physical strain tired him.
Summer scents were heavy in the air, drifting to him as he layered another replacement board on the fence and hammered it in. A warm, humid breeze stirred his hair, bringing with it the promise of a harsh evening storm. He'd inhaled deeply, thinking how perfect his life was.
Then his son shouted, "Holy sh—ah, heck!" catching Sawyer's attention.
Not knowing what to expect, Sawyer turned in the di rection Casey pointed his hammer and disbelief filled him as a rusted sedan, moving at breaknec ...
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