Fiona had moved closer to Shaun as he shared a part of himself, and now laid a hand on his arm. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories.”
He shook his head. “You didn’t. You just helped me remember all Dad had done for us. This house,” he glanced around, “he helped me build it. All the work that will go into finishing it, I owe that knowledge and skill to him. It’s the same with being Sheriff of Centennial. I always wanted to be a cop, to help people, protect them, and Dad never tried to dissuade me.”
“Sounds like a wonderful man, and a loving and supportive father. I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to meet him.”
The corner of his mouth kicked up in a sardonic half-smile. “If he was still alive, Carli wouldn’t have inherited Tanner’s Outdoor Adventures, she wouldn’t have change
