“Look.” She drew his attention to the mug shot and the letter board the young Lorenzo was holding. Jake blinked. The pinkie on the man’s right hand stuck out the exact same way.
Whoa. Never in a million years would Jake have noticed that telling detail.
Jake reassessed his wife. He had underestimated her resilience and toughness at the outset of their assignment to Colombia. He wasn’t dumb enough to do that twice. “You know, I think you’re right, Beautiful.”
She flicked him a disparaging glance. “Of course I’m right. Tell the DEA we’ll keep him in our sights until they get a team out here to arrest him.”
“Lena, we’re on our honeymoon.”
She arched an eyebrow at him, making it clear she wasn’t going to let this go.
Jake dropped his head against the lounge chair and laughed to himself. He might not be a SEAL or a SOG anymore, but life with Lena was going to be every bit as adventurous and harrowing. Honestly, he wouldn’t have it any other way.