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“I love you, Charlie. We were worried sick we’d never see you again. I figured if I could get an interview with the leader who’d kidnapped you, I could find out you were alive at least.”
“But you were almost killed. Then Lizzie would have lost her brother and sister.”
“I didn’t think that part through.”
“It’s okay. It’s over, God made sure we are all going home.”
“Did you find out what happened to Miranda?”
“Yeah, your SEALs rescued her too. She got beat up pretty bad as well, but she’s going to be okay. See, we were really blessed.
“Or lucky.”
Charlie laughed. It was a constant debate between them, and it felt good to have something normal even if it only lasted for a few moments.
“Oh, I almost forgot. Rafe left this for you. I think he wrote it when he thought he’d have to leave before you woke up.”
The envelope was addressed to her, his handwriting was bold as she’d expected. There was nothing meek about that man. She contemplated waiting until she was alone to read it but couldn’t resist. Tearing open the envelope, she pulled out a single sheet of paper.
Spitfire,
I am so glad you’re okay. You are one of the bravest women I know but you could have been killed. I could have lost you forever.
Please follow the doctor’s orders and get well. I’ll see you when you get back home. Promise me you won’t take any more chances.
I love you and when you’re better I’ll show you just how much. I will talk to you soon, sweetheart.
Yours,
Rafe
She re-read it twice more before she tucked it back into the envelope.
“Everything okay?” Charlie asked.
“Yes, it’s perfect.”
Chapter 19
It had been two months since Rafe had seen her. As usual with the life of a special operator, they’d been sent on a mission, and as usual, the timing sucked. They’d left the day after she’d gotten back to Atlanta with Charlie.
He’d planned on giving her a few days at home with her family, then show up and bring her to his apartment to finish her recovery. He’d even redecorated his apartment to make it feel less like a bachelor pad. But as most of his long term plans, they got blown out of the water, such was the life of a frogman.
Before he’d left, he’d given Tex a call. After thinking about everything Meghan had said about her going with or without his help it would be wrong to be pissed at Tex. Instead, he owed him a huge debt that he’d kept her as safe as possible.
“Hey, Tex.”
“Rafe, how’s it going? Are you ready to kick my ass now?”
“I was tempted. But Meghan saved you.”
“She did?”
“Yeah. The little Spitfire made it clear she would have gone even if you hadn’t helped her. And because of you, she’s alive now. So how could I be upset? You saved her as much as we did.”
“I don’t know about that. But I’m glad you understood. I was afraid if I said no, she’d take off and really get into trouble. Not that she didn’t anyway.”
“Exactly. And the tracking on her phone? Pure genius.”
