No one was entirely sure how she managed it, but she always did. Every day, rain or shine, she opened her doors to the homeless, and she always had enough food to feed as many as filtered through her doors.

She was a surrogate mother to many, but beneath the good-as-gold exterior lay a hard-driving woman who didn’t think twice about leaning on people to help her causes. Who did you harangue into catering for you this time?” Seth asked. “She’s a complete slave driver.”įeeling lighter than he had in a while, Seth tied on the white chef’s apron and walked behind the buffet to stand in front of the baked chicken. Looks like we have a lot of folks lined up to eat today.” Now you better get to your station before I open the doors. She patted him on the cheek for good measure, and he smiled as he returned her embrace. “Hello, Seth.” She stepped forward and pulled him into a hug. Seth turned to see a small, gray-haired lady standing behind him, her green eyes bathed in warmth. He’d resented the hell out of the fact that they were still on the job and he was stuck in his house popping pain pills and hoping he regained the use of his arm.Ĭraig threw him an apron. For the first while, he’d sequestered himself in his house, refusing visitors. He hated being away from the camaraderie of his fellow cops. You’ll be back before you know it,” Craig said. He’d been sleeping easier lately, and his dreams weren’t so littered with the images of a faceless gunman and the exploding pain of a bullet tearing through his shoulder. “Better,” Seth acknowledged, and for the first time in weeks, he realized it was the truth. “How are you feeling?” Rob Morgan asked as he slapped Seth on the back. Seth cracked a smile, surprised at how glad he was to see the guys he’d worked with for the past few years. “Hey man, I didn’t think you were going to make it,” Craig Sumner called. Seth Colter walked into the soup kitchen and was greeted by a chorus of hellos from several police officers from his precinct.

Colters' Woman by Maya Banks