Dee James wasn't sure what she was searching for. Not in life. Not hers, at least. And certainly not someone else's. A little peace would be nice, but people didn't seem to take the simple, honest answers she gave them.
Cory Harmon had watched her shoot down two men trying to break through the wall. Oh, it was invisible, but he was sure it was there. So what was he doing making it her third for the evening? He liked a calm, smooth life. This woman wore a storm around her like a coveted cape.
Would he survive?