Forty Six

When they arrived back at camp, there was little time for Will to worry about Diana or for Aguilero to brood. "Don't bother unpacking your saddlebags," Harley told them. "Just add some extra food and ammo, because Bonham has a scouting unit in the area and we're heading out in the morning to intercept them."

When Amalia went to her room, she found Macy sitting up, wearing her brace. Sachi and the other girls had trooped in every afternoon to visit, and Coyote had brought her meals and slept by her side each night. He had even moved his belongings into the room as if it were his right to take up residence. Seeing how happy Macy was, Amalia was reluctant to send him away.

Will shrugged. "He's my friend, Mother. He doesn't bother me. But of course, if you want him to go. . ."

"I suppose it's okay while she's recuperating. But once she's well, they'll have to get their own room together."

"With what they get up to, that goes without saying."

Macy was glad to have Amalia back, but her smile masked a deeper worry. "This mission the guys are going on— is it dangerous?"

"Doesn't that boyfriend of yours know?"

She shook her head. "They don't usually tell Joseph stuff that pertains to him— just other people."

"Joseph?"

"He asked me to call him by his real name."

“I see.” Amalia frowned and picked at a knot on one of Macy’s bandages.

"So you're not worried?"

"Of course I am. I worry about Will all the time, but this is the sort of thing he and your Joseph train for. They'll look out for each other."

"I know, but. . ."

"Enough of that." Amalia tucked the covers around her and stood up. "They'll be back before you know it."


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