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and walked away—disappointed, sad and, most of all, angry. The man was on a downward spiral. If he didn’t pull himself out, he’d crash and burn. Suicide rates among veterans were shockingly high. Leigha was damned if he took his own life on her watch.
    REAPER STOMPED HALFWAY back to his room before he realized Leigha had been right. From the moment he’d come to the hospital in Bethesda, he’d been angry, stubborn, despondent, and less than cooperative. For the past week, Leigha had been extremely patient and firm, driving him in the direction of recovery. He’d worked hard, but his heart wasn’t in regime. What would happen to him when he was released? He had nowhere to go. No job waiting and what could he do? Sitting behind a desk would absolutely suck the life out of him. Working outdoors usually required two arms and two hands.
    The occupational therapist had been working to reteach him out to write, brush his teeth, and comb his hair. When he’d lost his right arm, he’d practically lost his entire ability to function. He resented fumbling with his left hand. He looked like a kindergarten kid, holding a pen and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t hold his toothbrush properly when he brushed his teeth. Buttoning buttons, putting on socks…hell, zipping his fly… were all challenges because he’d never done them with his left hand.
    Why would he go out in public where people would laugh when he lifted his fork to his mouth and half of the contents fell into his lap?
    He checked the watch on his left wrist. Eight minutes had passed since Leigha left him. In two more minutes, she’d drive out of the parking lot.
    So?
    He turned, his feet carrying him toward the exit, as if they were in control. As he pushed through the exit door, he cursed. This was ridiculous. Why was he headed for the parking lot when he had no intention of going with the physical therapist?
    Blinking against the sunlight, he scanned the rows of vehicles. So many were black SUVs. She could have left already. Reaper told himself he didn’t care. He was about to turn and reenter the building when a black Jeep Wrangler pulled up to the curb, and the window slid down.
    Leigha leaned across the console and called out, “Get in.”
    For a second, he hesitated.
    “Or don’t.” She raised the window and shifted into drive.
    Reaper lunged for the handle, fumbled with his left hand, yanked open the door, and dropped into the passenger seat.
    Leigha smiled at him but didn’t say a word. She pressed her foot to the accelerator, drove out of the parking lot, and away from the hospital.
    After a glance around, Reaper settled back in his seat, a frown pinching his brow, not sure he’d done the right thing, but committed now, whether he liked it or not. “Where are we going?”
    “You’ll see,” she said in a singsong voice.
    “You can stop being so damned cheerful.”
    “And you can stop biting my head off.” She shot him a wide grin. “Come on. The sun is shining—”
    “It’s cloudy.”
    “The birds are singing—”
    “Can’t hear them over the roar of traffic.”
    “And you’re out of the hospital,” she ended, her tone flat.
    Reaper snorted. “One out of three isn’t bad.”
    “Now you’re being optimistic.” Her smile was back.
    “Don’t get used to it.” Reaper glanced out the window, for the first time taking note of his surroundings. Leigha was right. In between drifting white clouds, blue sky and sunshine peeked through. The grass and trees were green, unlike the drab tans and brown of the dessert.
    He had spent far too much time inside. “How long until we get there?”
    “Fifteen minutes, depending on traffic.”
    Reaper sat silent for a while, then glanced at Leigha. “So, what’s your story?”
    Her lips pulled up on the side. “I don’t have a story.”
    “Everyone has a story.”
    She shrugged. “What’s yours?”
    Regretting starting the conversation, he stared out the front windshield, the