Page 34 of SEAL's Spitfire
“It’s the first idea you’ve had that I actually like. Imagine that?” Meghan smiled and squeezed Lizzie’s hand. They’d all get through this and be stronger when it was over.
Dialing Tex’s number, she pushed the button to put it on speaker and set it on the table between them.
“Tex.”
“Hi. My name is Meghan Henley. I’m a friend of Rafe Buchanan’s and he gave me your number. I hope it’s okay to call?”
“Hi, Meghan. Rafe told me all about you. Is everything okay?”
“Yes. Well as much as it can be, I suppose. Oh, you’re on speaker. My sister is here with me.”
“Hi, Lizzie. How are you holding up?” The look on her face was priceless. She pointed to the phone and mouthed the words ‘how does he know my name.’
“She’s a little surprised right now. Rafe told me you were good.”
“He has no idea. Sorry, I didn’t mean to freak you out. When Rafe asked me to look into your brother’s disappearance, I did research on all of you. I needed to make sure that their kidnapping wasn’t because of anything he might be involved in at home.”
“Our brother wouldn’t do anything like that.” Lizzie’s voice vibrated in outrage.
“Hold on there, I wasn’t implying that. I need to know everything.”
“Lizzie. Please. He’s helping us, right?”
“I guess. Sorry.”
“No need to apologize, ma’am. I didn’t mean to set you off. Just trying to explain. I swear, I’m on your side.”
Meghan sure hoped so, because she didn’t think he would be happy with her request.
“I have a favor to ask and I hope you can help me.”
“What do you need. If I can help with it, I will.”
“You may be sorry you said that here in a few minutes.” Damn, she could hear her accent coming out. Stress was not her friend.
“Try me.”
“Okay. I want to go to Afghanistan. Specifically, Bamyan Province to try to get my brother back.”
Silence, if she hadn’t heard his breathing, she’d swear he either keeled over from shock, or he’d hung up on her.
“Now I know why Rafe calls you spitfire.”
“He calls you what? Lizzie asked.
“Spitfire.” It was probably shock, but Lizzie started giggling and couldn’t stop and it was contagious. Soon they were all laughing.
“He may have just met you, but dang he has you pinned,” she replied as her giggles died off. “I am afraid to find out what made him call you that.”
“I don’t know. I guess you’ll have to ask him when you meet him.”
“I guess I will.”
“Excuse me,” Tex cut in. “Do you know how unsafe it is for anyone, let alone a single female to travel in Afghanistan?”
“Yes. I do. But I’m a journalist. It’s my job to cover stories.”
“You cover the society page and obits. That’s not exactly a foreign correspondent job.”
