Kent felt restless. After he and Riley had a rather quiet lunch, they had gone to take separate showers. He checked on her before he went to his office. She had been working on reports at the desk in her room and assured him that she felt fine.
When he walked into his office, they were already waiting for him. Patrick was in one of the armchairs. Penny and Max sat on the couch, Max’s arm around her shoulder. Kent looked at them, the three people who knew him better than anyone else, his three closest friends who had seen him through some of the worst events of his life.
He took a deep breath, sinking into the armchair beside Patrick.
“Max said you wanted to talk about the rogue issue,” Penny prompted.
Kent nodded. “Riley has already figured out that we know what the rogues are after.
