At Peace (The War Trilogy #3) Read Online Free PDF Page A

minutes later.
    Actually, I’m going to a party on Saturday. Not sure about Sunday.
    Damn, okay. Never mind then, maybe another time.
    Sorry, bud.
    I put my phone back in my pocket and slouch back in my desk chair. It’s almost quitting time, the clock just needs to move a little faster. My phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out and check the screen. It’s Dennis. He sent me a text! My heart leaps in my chest as I swipe the screen to open it.
    I’m cast free. Starting back to work tomorrow.
    A small smile pulls at my lips. He’s trying to include me back into his life by throwing me this little bone. It may seem small and frivolous to someone else, but this text has made my entire day.
    That’s great, Denny!
    I reply. Keeping it short and sweet.
    My leg looks like a shriveled up albino twig.
    I roll my lips in to keep from barking out a laugh and drawing attention to myself. I’ve had broken bones before, so yeah, I understand what he’s talking about.
    Lol! It’ll be back to normal in no time.
    Hope so. See you at home.
    Okay.
    My last half hour of work is all smiles, as is my ride home on my motorcycle. I made sure to change into my leathers at work because it’s too cold out to ride without them. After not talking to Dennis in four days, having just a small conversation through text messaging is enough to have me flying high. I really hope the communication continues when I get home.
    I walk in the door with a smile on my face, which immediately drops when I see the look on Dennis’ face from where he’s sitting on the couch. It’s downright livid. I know I haven’t done anything that could make him this upset, so it has to be something else.
    “Dennis? What’s the matter?” I ask with a frown, setting my helmet down by the front door.
    His green eyes flash furiously as he lifts them to meet mine. He hands me a piece of paper when I stop in front of him; I hadn’t even realized that he was holding it. I sink down to sit on the coffee table in front of him as I read over the paper, the creaking of my leather pants and jacket are the only noise in the room.
    I blink stupidly at the paper. “What the fuck is this?”
    “It’s a bill from the funeral home that apparently buried my father last month,” he grits out.
    I blink rapidly as my eyebrows crank down. “What?”
    “Exactly! I didn’t even know he was dead!” Dennis shouts as he shoots to his feet and paces back behind the couch. “My mother never called to tell me he died, she just has the funeral home send me the fucking bill!”
    “Does Lizette know?” I ask, still having a hard time processing this.
    “Not that I know of.”
    “You’re not paying this,” I state.
    “You’re damn fucking right I’m not! I’m gonna call up that funeral home and tell them to send the bill to my mother. That fucking bitch !” he snarls as he paces back and forth behind the couch, his hands on his hips.
    I watch as his expression turns tortured. I set the paper down on the table and stand. Skirting the couch, I grab Dennis by his arm and pull him into a hug. He comes easily, wrapping his arms around me and dropping his forehead to my shoulder.
    “It’s okay to be upset that he’s dead, he was still your father even if he was a bastard.”
    Dennis rolls his head side to side on my shoulder. “I don’t give a fuck about him. I’m glad he’s finally gone and that I don’t have to worry about him bothering me anymore. I’m pissed that I didn’t get to spit on his casket and watch him get put in the ground.”
    I let out a little chuckle. “Yeah, I guess I would be pissed about that too if I were you.”
    Dennis lets me go and goes to the coffee table to grab the paper. “I’m going to go call Lizette.”
    I nod and watch him walk down to the end of the hall and into his old bedroom, shutting the door behind him. I flop down onto the couch and let out a heavy sigh. I still can’t believe his mother didn’t call to tell him that his father