CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
“I’M TRUSTING YOU TO take good care of my little girl, son.”
Alf stared into Henry Roberts’ intense blue gaze and felt his heart rate pick up. He’d faced off with terrorists, violent thugs and serial killers, but none of them put nearly the fear into Alf’s system as the tall, distinguished looking retired Air Force Colonel sitting across from him.
“You have my word, sir.”
Henry held Alf’s gaze a beat longer, just enough to let the younger man know he’d hold him to the promise, and then sat back with a sigh. “It’s a miracle I haven’t killed you yet.”
Alf frowned, “Sir?”
Henry turned toward the beach, where Alf’s brothers were having fun playing with Cilla and Matilda in the surf, and grinned. “No need to pull your weapon, Alfric.”
Alf grimaced at the use of his full
