Page 349 of Rangers Last Promise

Saint and Ace began unloading my truck without asking.

Havoc carried both bags toward the tavern.

Blaze had found the cooler.

“Anything good in here?” he called.

“Close it.”

“Beer?”

“Close it, Blaze.”

Wolf watched the men empty my truck.

“You kept the room?” I asked.

“We keep all the rooms.”

“That isn’t what I asked.”

His gaze moved toward the windows above the tavern.

“Your name has been on the door since we opened.”

I didn’t know what to say to that.

Wolf saved me from trying.

“You’re on breakfast duty tomorrow.”

“I don’t cook.”

“You’ll learn.”

“I could still leave.”

“No, you can’t.”

For the first time in three years, I almost believed him.

My room was at the front of the second floor.

The furniture was simple. A bed, dresser, nightstand, and chair near the window. Someone had placed clean towels at the foot of the bed.

A wooden sign hung on the door.

MACE.

I touched the carved letters.

Trigger leaned against the hallway wall.

“I made that.”

“It’s crooked.”

“It has character.”