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Chapter One

Colton

“Well, how’s the search going?” Mo a smile at me from my computer screen

She and Dad are still in Malta, the final leg of their journey before returning to the States Her hair is pinned up and her face is a deep brown froht be sixty-five years old, but she looks younger, full of life She grins playfully as she leans forward

“I mean the search for a trainer of course, and not a wife”

I groan and rollover at Scrappy in the corner ofso h for Scrappy to entertain hi deterrow bored, however, and then he et mischievous and wreak some hell

Hence the need for a trainer, a task I offered to handle since I’ care of him anyith Mom and Dad abroad

“I’ for a wife,” I tell her with a smirk

“So you’re just going to die a lonely old man, is that it?”

I chuckle “If forty-two is old, what does that make you?”

I hold , of course, Mother You are the picture of youth”

“You better be,” she grins “Because Ime – but I still kno to handle myself”

“I don’t doubt it,” I say

I’m familiar with Mos it up every chance she gets She understood it when I was in the SEALs, spending so much time on operations, but when I left and established yh

“You’ve got it all,” she often rants “The money, a successful career, your health, you’re a handsorandchildren, or at least a nice daughter-in-law to dote on Why are you so intent on torturing me, Colton?”

Ending the call and saying goodbye, I stand up and wander to the , overlooking the city, the behes Scrappy tilts his head briefly, tracking my movements