Page 10 of Protected By The Ranger (The Men of Ghost Security #1)

The smell of grilled burgers and the sound of laughter fill Hayden’s backyard as the sun sets over Jefferson. I can’t stop smiling as I watch Jake manning the grill with military precision, flipping patties while arguing with Zane about optimal cooking times. My heart feels so full it might burst.

The benefit concert last night exceeded every expectation. We raised sixty-eight thousand dollars for Raytown High’s music program, and Mrs. Henderson cried so hard during my closing song that half the audience was sobbing with her.