“Yes, sir,” Anna muttered.
Sunlight came through the patio door and fell upon Harry, who looked out on the backyard with a mug of coffee in hand. Melissa silently watched her father and noticed for the first time that his hair had turned gray at the temples.
Lifting his mug, Harry slurped as he took a sip, then looked over his shoulder and showed her a smile. “Well,” he said. “One good thing about this is that you won’t be going on any missions for at least a few weeks.”
Stretched out on the couch in black shorts and a gray tank-top, a bandage wrapped around her thigh, Melissa shot him a glare. “I fail to see how that’s a good thing.”
“We get to spend more time together.”
“Ah…Then I stand corrected.”
Harry sat down in a chair, putting his mug on the kitchen table. He was in a shirt a
