Katrina said as she hugged him. He had come to see her off even though he still had to use a wheelchair to get around. The last several days had been spent arranging her personal things, her apartment, her car, and whatnot before she had to take off. “Are you sure this is what you want?” “Yeah. I need to get away from here.” “You mean away from Justin.” She tipped her head back and sighed. When her gaze found him again, she said, “You were the one who told me not to give up the force for him.” “I know, I did, Kat, but…I might have been wrong.” “What? The infamous Colonel Alan Jamieson wrong?” “Don’t think I won’t take you over my knee, young lady.” “I love you, Dad. I’ll be fine.” “Keep your head about you, girl.” She smiled before she wrapped her arms around him in a hug. Fighting the tears, she closed her eyes and held on tight. When she opened them again, her breath caught in her throat when she spotted a familiar white truck. Shit! Mark slipped out of the passenger side and Justin emerged from the driver’s side.
