Four Calling Birds by Molly Briar

I retired from the Army Special Forces, purchased a bucolic little Upstate farm, and intended to spend my winter years restoring the ancient house, away from people. It wasn’t as fun as I thought it would be, but it was too late to change course now.
When I got a call from an old colleague, everything changed. A favor was owed. A wounded agent needed a place to lie low and hide out from the criminal organization that was hard on their heels.
When my ex-wife was dumped at my house, a stab wound in her gut, covered in scars, years of resentment and longing bubbled to the surface. Not just between us, but with the team that had been falling apart without her guiding hand. A fight was coming to my doorstep, and years of bitterness and resentment threatened to break us before the first shot was fired.

Happy Holidays to me…