"Well, the sniper was a half-mile away, facing toward our home. If there was some other prime target between there and here, I can't think of one. Your father still has a bounty on my head and hates everything I represent." Which was one of the reasons he had pulled the plug on an earlier relationship. Paternal hate hadn't driven him away from Stephanie.

"I can't patrol anyway until I fix my suit. There shouldn't have been a gap there." His brows knit together. Maybe when he reinforced over his chest and back wounds it had made something shift. "I messed up something somehow."