Once a Rebel. Sheri WhiteFeather

in,” Susan told her.

      The older woman entered, then smiled at the dog, who thumped his tail in a friendly greeting. “I see your companion found a cozy spot.”

      “More than cozy.” Susan scratched his ears again. “He’s glued to my side.”

      “I think Ryan half expected you to bring Ethan home instead.”

      “I would have.” She gave Lily a teasing grin. “If I hadn’t changed my wicked ways.”

      Lily chuckled, then sat in a bentwood rocker that creaked with age. She placed her hands on the curved wood and set the chair into a soft, gliding motion. She wore a cotton nightgown and a chenille robe. Her thick hair was fastened into a single braid.

      “Is Ryan asleep?” Susan asked.

      “He drifted off hours ago, but I can’t seem to settle in.”

      “Too much on your mind?”

      “Ryan keeps telling me that he won’t let Jason Jamison hurt anyone in our family, but I can’t help but worry. Ryan is ill, and there’s a madman threatening us. There’s only so much I can take.”

      “I know. I’m so sorry.” Susan moved to the edge of the bed, closer to Lily. “I think Ryan is just as worried as you are, but he’s trying to remain strong.”

      “To prove that he can protect us? Even though he’s dying?”

      Susan nodded. She’d seen the determination on Ryan’s face, and she knew how often he consulted his security team. “I wonder when the FBI agent will contact you. When he’ll uncover Jason’s whereabouts.”

      “Soon, I hope. That’s what’s so creepy. Just knowing Jason is out there.” She rubbed her arms, even though she was wrapped in a robe. “Maybe I would feel safer if Ryan wasn’t ill. Maybe that’s why I’m having such a hard time with this. I’m losing my rock, my stability.”

      “You haven’t lost him yet, Lily. He’s still here, asleep down the hall.”

      The older woman blinked away the tears that gathered in her eyes. “You’re right.” She let out a deep sigh. “I love him so much.”

      “And he loves you.”

      “Yes, he does. And that’s the most comforting feeling in the world.” She stood, smiled at Susan and Chocolate. “Thank you. It helps to talk.”

      “For me, too.” She came to her feet and gave Lily a hug. The dog climbed off the bed and tried to nuzzle his way between them, wanting to be part of the embrace.

      They stepped back and laughed, giving in to the moment, to the humor the Lab provided.

      “He doesn’t seem like a stray,” Lily said.

      “Ethan spoils him. He pretends not to, but he does.”

      Lily looked up at her. “I can hardly blame him. You better hang on to that one.”

      But after Lily said good-night and left the room, Susan wasn’t sure who “that one” was.

      Chocolate. Or the man who’d rescued him.