Angel parked in front of Ty’s house. The guys went inside, leaving him to move at his own pace. They knew he had issues with the house, but not what those issues were. He got out of the SUV and, for a long moment, just stood next to it. His dad had died only two months before Ty had been shot in Afghanistan. He hadn’t been able to come home then, and after he was injured, it wasn’t possible. He sure as hell hadn’t expected to be stateside right now. And he’d never intended to come back to the house. There wasn’t anything here he needed to deal with that couldn’t be handled long distance or via a proxy. When the Army had given him a medical discharge and Kit pulled him into Owen’s company, he still hadn’t meant to come back. It was just his luck that this was where their enemies were. A long construction dumpster sat out front of his house. People he didn’t know were bringing stuff out in trashcans and bags. He watched them for a long while, surprised to realize he didn’t feel violated that his house had been ransacked or that its ruined contents were now being tossed.
