CHAPTER 18
HECTOR
Hector didn’t wake up until dawn, which was unusual for him. Being in the Marine Corps had left him with an internal clock that rose with the sun. Then he remembered why he was so knackered.
The night before.
Zoe.
Kristoff.
A look to his side showed him that the bed was empty. He took a shower, put on some clothes, and went downstairs where he was greeted by the smell of bacon.
Mary stood behind the counter in the kitchen island, making batter. Zoe sat on the carpet near the television, drawing in a book. The second the little girl spotted him, she jumped up.
“Hector!”
He gathered her up to his shoulders. “You okay, little one?”
“Yes. Mary is making me blueberry pancakes, and then we are going to find me a room.”
“Get you stuff for your room,” Mary corrected he
