Page 17 of SEAL's Spitfire
“He got me back to our table and bought me a drink. It helped take some of the chill away.”
Lizzie nodded. “So, he’s good in a crisis?”
“Hell yeah. I didn’t find out until a few hours later but he’s not just in the Navy. He’s a SEAL. So yeah, I’d say he’s amazing in a crisis. He’s also funny, smart, and when I look into his chocolate brown eyes I could stay there forever.”
“Damn. You’ve got it bad. Love in an Airport. Sounds like one of my romance novels.”
“Funny you say that. It’s what I said to him.”
“He feels the same way?”
“That’s what he says.”
“Maybe something good will come out of all of this. You’ve been alone way too long. It would be great if you found your someone.”
Meghan had to agree. Not that she’d been looking but it looked like the universe had other ideas. “Did you ask him to help us find Charlie? He must have connections, right?”
“I did. He can’t help and he explained why. But what he didn’t initially tell me is he has a friend—Tex—that is some kind of computer genius. Rafe asked him to see what he could find out.”
“That’s great. He won’t get into trouble, will he?”
“I don’t think so. I guess he does this kind of stuff a lot. But he was able to confirm that it was Charlie’s group that was taken.”
“So, you knew before you got my text?”
“Yeah but only by about an hour.”
“I guess hearing it from two separate people means there’s no doubt.” Lizzie’s voice lost the earlier animation that had been there when they were talking about Rafe. Reality sucked, but also couldn’t be avoided.
“Did he find out anything else?”
“No, not yet. If he has, he hasn’t let Rafe know yet. That’s what he said.”
“And where is he now?”
“Rafe? Denver. He was on leave going to visit his sister and her kids.”
“Wow, I’d say you’ve got quite a story for the grandkids. I met your grandpa in an airport when I was stranded. And he helped us save your Great Uncle Charlie…”
“Who saved Uncle Charlie?” Kids. Guaranteed to hear you when you didn’t want them to but not hear a thing when you wanted something.
“No one.”
“Sam said that there were missionaries kidnapped in Ganistan. Is that where Uncle Charlie is?”
“When did you talk to Sam?”
“We’re playing our game and he messaged me.”
“You let him play online? He’s only ten,” Meghan almost growled at her sister. What was she thinking?
“I monitor them, and it’s only the one game. Basketball. No killing or anything.” Meghan rolled her eyes. Her sister was beyond naïve sometimes. “Uncle Charlie is fine. You only have twenty more minutes before you need to shut down the game.”
“Can we please have a little longer?”
“No. What did I say?”
“But it’s Saturday. I don’t have any homework left.”
