Chapter 60

Rolling away from Luc, who grunted in protest in his sleep, Kimber rose and padded into the kitchen. Predawn filtered dingy gray light through the cabin’s huge picture windows. Deke wasn’t on the couch he’d insisted sleeping on last night. But she spied him out on the patio, looking out over the swamp, coffee in one hand.

A frown dominated the sharp angles of his face.

She sighed. Later. She’d have to deal with him—her heart wasn’t going to let her turn her back on the problem, but first things first.

Lifting the receiver, she called Logan’s cell phone. He answered on the first ring.

“Kimber?”

“Hi, Logan.”

“You okay?”

“Fine. How’s Dad?”

“Stable so far, thank God. His injuries would have killed a lesser man, but he’s proven very hardy these first critical hours. They’re cautiously optimistic.” Kimber let out a huge sigh of relief. “Oh, that’s fabulous news. Wonderful. I worried all night.”

“No need. Deke called me a few hours ago to chec