I left his office feeling like I was walking on air. On the drive back to the mountains, I thought about what I wanted to do with the money.

I didn’t want a penthouse or a luxury lifestyle. I wanted to build something that would help people like the soldiers I’d served with.

When I got back to the cabin, Hank was outside chopping wood. He looked at the folder in my hand and grinned.

“Are you bulletproof now, Captain?” he asked. I smiled back at him.

“Pretty much,” I said. “The law is on my side, and Skylar has no ground to stand on.”

Hank nodded slowly. “Good, because those realtors came back while you were gone, and I had to tell them to leave again.”