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“I’m going. I’m capable of doing whatever needs to be done,” I said gruffly. “If I didn’t think I was up to the job, I’d let someone else do it. Emma’s safety comes before anyone’s ego. We can’t count on Gage and Seth making it back before we need them. I’m flying tonight. I’m going to ask Jax to send his private jet here so it’s on standby for you and Nate.”
I couldn’t really blame Brock for questioning my physical abilities. I did, in fact, have a limp. We very rarely saw each other in person, and I wasn’t as close to the Michigan team as I was to Wyatt. We communicated a lot, but not ever about anything personal.
“That’s all I need to know,” Brock answered abruptly. “We won’t be far behind you, Marshall. Wyatt will let us know once you’re in place and we have your location.”
Brock was all business now that we had a mission in process.
I could tell that he was still worried about Emma, but his training would keep that under wraps while he carried out this rescue.
We both stood.
“Do you need supplies?” Brock asked.
I shook my head. “The pack is ready and already on Wyatt’s jet.”
“I wish I had some peppermints for you to put in that pack. Emma doesn’t eat a lot of sweets, but ice cream and peppermints are her weaknesses.”
If I was the kind of man who ever smiled, I probably would have grinned at his comment. “The ice cream isn’t going to happen,” I told him. “But I have a bag of peppermints in the pack.”
Maybe some things never changed.
Emma apparently had the same preferences as she’d had fourteen years ago.
Brock sent me a quizzical look. “You still remember a small detail like that from a short acquaintance all those years ago?”
“Photographic memory,” I grumbled as I moved toward his front door.
There was nothing I didn’t remember about Emma.
Her laugh.
Her smile.
Her voice.
Her smell.
Her taste.
Every single preference I’d discovered about her during our time in Virginia Beach felt like it was permanently imprinted in my brain.
Hell, photographic memory aside, there was no way I’d forget a single thing I’d learned about her.
Every single detail I knew about her had been haunting me for years.
Chapter 5
Emma
I’d decided that I could go a little longer without food, but I was so thirsty that my mouth felt as dry as a desert.
My head was pounding, and I wasn’t as alert as I’d been on day one.
They hadn’t bothered to force drugs down my throat today, so I hadn’t even gotten that tiny sip of water today.
They probably assume that I’m so weak that I’m not going to fight them.
Honestly, I was weak. Lack of sleep and water were getting to me.
