Chapter 24

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Cooper Grant was a mountain of a man. Big enough to be intimidating, until you saw his face—the ruddy complexion, the friendly pale eyes, the comically bushy eyebrows. Mal would have placed his age somewhere in his late twenties, but Christian insisted he was even younger than that. His father had been rich and died when he was still a child, leaving a very nice inheritance. Cooper had taken the money as soon as he had turned eighteen and headed west. Chased by his own demons, no doubt.

Mal met him the morning after he woke up, and he liked the man as soon as Cooper enveloped his hand in one massive paw. He didn’t know what Christian and Mercy had told him, but he didn’t have any problem shaking Mal’s hand, and he made it clear Mal could stay as long as he needed to, or wanted to.