
Description
Beckett Sinclair doesnt do complicated.
He trains K-9s at Pawsitive Connections, runs ops with Warrior Security, and keeps his PTSD under control. Until a dead friend’s little sister shows up.
Audra Cartland is jumpy. Exhausted. Sleeping in the equipment shed when she thinks no ones watching. Beckett knows that look—hes seen it in combat zones, in victims, in his own mirror.
Someones hunting her.
She wont talk. Wont explain the fear in her eyes or why she flinches at shadows. But Beckett made a promise to her brother years ago in Afghanistan, and those debts dont die.
Beckett should walk away. Hes got enough ghosts...
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