Chapter 7
Mark heard his family’s voices as he pressed bullets into the spare clip for his sidearm. The battery-operated lantern on the bedside table gave off just enough light, considering the generator was now off and the spare empty gas can in the back of the Jeep would have to wait until the sun came up. He had completely forgotten about it.
He felt the hand on his back and would know her touch anywhere.
“You okay?” Billy Jo stepped around him, her arm around his waist, leaning against him. Damn, she felt so good, and he realized she was the only one he knew would never blame him.
“My brothers are furious with me,” he said. “I’ve basically put a target on all of them, on you, on my mom and dad. I don’t know what sick f**k did this. And now my dad is treating me like a kid, wanting
