Chapter Twelve
Ian had always been an early riser no matter how few hours he slept, and this new day was no exception. Dawn was slowly stretching its way up on the horizon as he sat on the top step of the porch sipping from a mug of coffee. He savored this moment, relished the scent of the ocean, the soft breeze on his skin, the sound of the waves.
He knew Paige was dog-tired and had let her sleep.
His mind turned to the task facing him—construction of the hospital. How would people react to the new-and-improved Rex? He pondered that as his eyes swept over the dark, tranquil sea. This was one part of their plan he hadn't thought about. He didn't want people getting suspicious.
He laughed softly, taking another swallow of coffee. What would they get suspicious about? That Rex's attitude
