Chapter 31

So he’d started an exercise regimen, first walking, then running on his treadmill. Push-ups, pull-ups, biceps and triceps curls, planks—he pushed his body to the limit of the doctor’s advice…and a little bit beyond—working harder every day. He’d also talked Josiah and Trees into giving him rides to the shooting range. He wanted to go back to work, so he had to stay sharp.

After all, he had a vendetta to settle.

“Got busy.”

“Did you nap?”

“No.” He’d resisted the urge, because once he resumed work, the bad guys weren’t going to let him curl up with a blankie in the corner and check out for a couple of hours. And if he got tired enough, maybe he’d finally sleep a whole fucking night without waking up in a cold sweat.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Did you work out again?”

Last Friday, she’d had a midday cancellation and dropped by to check on him, only to find him in his home gym pulling up on the bar attached to the door. She’d taken one look at him