He walked straight to the fire, laid down with an exhausted huff, and dropped his head to his feet.
He rolled over onto his side, then let out a doggy sigh.
“See?” Gentry teased. “Everyone is healing.”
“I see.”
Thirty-One
For the fuckteenth time…
—Text from Sage to Gentry
Sage
Six weeks later
I stared up at the ceiling in exhaustion. The ceiling tiles were yellow in some places. They looked like they needed to be replaced five years ago.
That was yet another thing we needed to fix.
“We have to figure this out,” I groaned in exhaustion.
“Surely there’s at least two people in a population of twenty-five thousand that could start helping us,” Bernice said from where she had her head resting on her arms on top of the table.
We were all exhausted.
We’d been pulling eight to ten-hour days for weeks now and we were still no closer to getting help.
We’d gone through three people so far, and none of them had meshed well with our tight-knit group. They were either constantly late, constantly complaining, or constantly thought they knew better than you.
Odin had fired every single one of them within a week.
Which left us where we were currently. Exhausted and ready to collapse.
“We’ll figure something out.” Odin sighed and stood up. “I have to go be the medical examiner for a bit.”
We both waved him away, Bernice not picking her head up off the table to do it.
A honk sounded outside, and I got up, stretched my arms up high over my head and said, “That’d be my ride.”
“What ride is that?” Bernice called out.
“Gentry used my truck today to get Dean from school and drive him into Bozeman for his appointment with his lawyer and child psychologist,” I answered as I threaded my arms through my jacket sleeves.
It was officially freezing in Montana. Literally and figuratively.
I loved Montana. But I hated Montana’s weather.
It sucked.
I was so not prepared for winter.
“How’s he doing?”
“Terrified,” I admitted. “Tomorrow’s the big day.”
“Oh, yeah.” She sat forward. “I forgot that you had the day off.”
