Chapter 13

He managed to stumble a couple of steps and sink into his beat-up old recliner. “I gotta think about this some,” he croaked. “This is gonna be a big change for me. I’m a loner—been one ever since I came to Alaska, and even before, really. I know I can’t do everything, but that’s temporary. I’ll get used to this cast in a day or two, then I’ll get back my balance and strength.”

Grey stood, still looking intently at him. “Take all the time you need. I’m here until you tell me to leave. I can cook, help with the dogs, drive to town if we need to go, and—well, do whatever has to be done. Don’t be too fast to throw that away. We all need help sometimes and it’s stupid to be too proud or too independent to take it.”

As hard as it was to swallow that sensible truth, Dylan knew he had to. He nodded after a few seconds. “You got me there, Grey. Okay, let’s take it day by day and see how things go.”

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