Angela watched her mother park the weather-beaten station wagon in the driveway and get out. Grace plucked a jug of milk and a bag of groceries out of the trunk and headed up the driveway.
Angela didn't get up to help. In the years before she'd left home, Angela learned that offering to do so would lead to a long speech about how her mother wasn't an invalid and was able to carry her own food and so forth. If she was needed, Mary-Ann would yell for her to come help, and that would be that.
It was easier to sit there and wonder about Jake.
He looked good in uniform.
Too good.
She licked her lips.
It was hard to hold back a sigh, remembering the way his uniform pants hugged his ass as he walked out to his car.
First Hunter, then Jake.
Both men back in her life.
But she didn't want e
