Holding Angel's hand, they walked across the vast property of their home. Monroe was feeling better, but still tired easily. His physical reserves had been depleted by the time he flew to Mexico for Uday. But, there was no way he was giving the terrorist another shot at his family. Now, he paid the price with a longer convalescence.

Swinging his arm, very un-Monroe-like, he smiled at how easy it was to touch this special woman and accept her returned caress. He still felt the ...