The smile on Claire"s face would make even the most frigid winter day seem warm. “Thanks, Dad!” She surged forward, slamming into Harry and throwing her arms around him. It was good to see them bonding.
Melissa rose from the chair, laughing softly, and stepped into the foyer. “So, you guys were out having fun?”
“Dad played three games with me.”
Harry grunted. “And now I"m paying for it,” he said. “Every time I think I"ve healed up, I push just a little too hard and feel exhausted for days.”
Claire"s mouth dropped open, and she blinked slowly at him. “You"ll be okay, won"t you?” The words came out with a slight flutter. Melissa"s heart sank. A part of her wanted to press her dad about taking back the N"Jal, but when she was forced to look at the effect their dangerous life had on Claire
