Laura urged her brother, as she ushered him out the front door. “And tell Macy ‘hello’ for me.” “Will do,” he said with a grin and a salute. The salute reminded her of Dalton. Thomas reminded her of Dalton. The truth was, just about everything in Battle Ground reminded her of Dalton. When she heard the sound of a car’s engine, and then the crunch of gravel, and spied the patrol car pulling up, she knew who was behind the wheel. Dalton. He was probably coming home for something to eat. She held the door open as he strode up the steps, a broad smile creasing his face. “Hey, Laura.” “Hey, yourself.” He glanced behind him. “Was that Thomas I just passed on the road?” “Yes, he’s going on a date with Macy.” He gave a relieved smile. “That’s great. I know the two of them haven’t had much time together lately.” “Yeah, I figured as much. He was awfully foul-tempered when he got home from work today.” He stepped past her and into the house. He came to a stop. “Where are the kids?”
