Page 53 of The Savior

“Sure enough,” Liam mumbled.

They leaned against his Explorer and stared down the block toward the Nymans’ house.

“What’s your plan? Be everywhere at once? Never sleep?”

“Something like that,” Liam muttered.

“Brother, you can’t stay awake twenty-four hours a day, and even if you continue to try, you’ll be slow on the draw if something happens.”

Liam grumbled. Chance’s logic made too much sense. He needed another person.

“I don’t have to list your strengths and weaknesses.” Chance slapped him on the back. “But I never thought stubbornness would be one of yours.”

My strengths?He got shit done, like staying awake until he knew a better way to help the Nymans. His weaknesses were planning and fucking contradictions.

His stubbornness was a byproduct of black-site prison threats and knowing he didn’t have the right plan to do his best work. “I’ll work on that.”

An impossible task… Liam dropped his head back and stared at the cloudy sky. Success depended on how he balanced his expertise and the circumstances Sorenson defined. That seesaw had to level out, or the Nymans would die. But the truth was, the seesaw would never level out. Balance didn’t exist.

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