His mind wasn’t on the television though, it was on the woman sleeping restlessly in his bed and the man moving closer to the door of the RV. There was no mistaking the broad form as he paused at the door, then opened it soundlessly. “She’s asleep. Leave her the hell alone.” Jazz, more than anyone, was well aware of what was going on and why Slade had walked away from the sweetest little girl Jazz had ever known. Slade could hide the truth from most people, but as a business partner, as a friend, as a foster brother, he had told Jazz the truth. And it sucked, it really did. Sometimes life just kicked your ass to hell and back and didn’t even give a man a break. “I hoped she was.” Slade breathed out roughly. “I need to see her, Jazz. Just for a minute. I won’t wake her.” That boy needed more than just to see Jessie and Jazz knew it. His voice echoed with lonely rage, with a hunger that wasn’t about to let go of his guts. Jazz breathed in deeply. He had known it was coming, this was why he had brought Jessie to his rig rather than letting Zack take over.
