Page 512 of One More Kiss

My father looked ten times older. His gray hair showed and bags had developed under his eyes. Why hadn’t I stopped to notice the weight my father carried?

“What happens now?” I asked.

I had no tears left and my brain felt foggy, watching this scene play out in front of me.

If whoever wanted my father succeeded—No, I wasn’t going there. My father would be fine.

They would not take him down.

“You’re going to have to stay home more. I’m sorry, Avery, but security is going to tighten. Until we discover who the mole is, you are under constant surveillance.”

I nodded, completely understanding why he was doing this.

“You’ll be safe,” I told him. It was not a question. I needed him to be safe and alive.

He caressed my cheek.

“We’ll both be safe, Avery.” He pressed a kiss against my cheek. “I’ve asked the housekeeper to make you some dinner. Come down and eat.”

I smiled at him. He was worried about me.

My heart was heavy with sorrow. Not only had Leon died, but innocent bystanders had been injured, maybe even killed.

Even though my father had told me that this wasn’t my fault, I couldn’t help but feel as though it was. I

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