9.1

Jonah looked at him as if he’d lost his mind. “Like hell you will.”

Calder dipped a chin toward his great-granddaughter. “Is there anyone else here to look after her?”

Jonah looked down at her and Calder saw his expression tighten. It wasn’t anger directed at the little girl for being an imposition. He was pretty sure it was anger that she could have been hurt, or worse. Anger possibly directed at himself, since it had taken Calder to wake him up to the situation.

“I can watch her,” Calder offered. “I have nieces her age,” he added, thinking how it had affected him to see Jonah as more than the stubborn family figurehead, to see him as Pawpaw. Maybe if Jonah knew he came from a real, whole family, too, he’d see Calder in a new light. “I’m a stranger, though, so . . .” He looked back at the boathouse, now reduced mostly to embers. “Let me go let them know you’re all right. I’ll send whoever is in charge directly here to you.”

Jonah looked lost again as he stared at the smoke and embers