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“Yeah, well I’ve done that for a few others when their wives were in trouble.”
“I was wondering. Could you do it again? Put a tracker on her phone? She needs a new one and I was hoping you could add it. Not that I am trying to be a stalker, I just want to make sure there’s no backlash.”
“Normally I’d say no. But you’re right. Azfaar is still in the wind and even more dangerous after you took out his brother. So, I’ll do it.”
“Can you program my number in too? I want to make sure she has it even if I can’t answer when we’re on missions.”
“No problem.”
“Also, when she’s feeling better, we’re going to come and visit if that’s okay. She really wants to thank you and meet Mel.”
“That sounds great. You’re welcome anytime. I know Mel would love to meet her too.”
“Great. Thanks again. Give Mel my love.”
Once she’d received the phone, they’d spoken a lot and thankfully Lizzie helped him convince her to stay in Atlanta until he returned. Since he hadn’t known how long he’d be gone it wasn’t an easy sell. But having his Spitfire back made it worth all the debates and pleading.
The Black Eagle team was sent to Syria to locate the chemist responsible for the manufacture of a new chemical compound the Russians were trying to weaponize. They’d had intel that he would be in Aleppo but when they’d arrived his lab was destroyed and there was no sign of him.
They’d spent the following week tracking down every lead they could get before they were told to come home. Rafe knew it wouldn’t be the last they heard of Dr. Yasser Abaza. But now he had a week of leave and a woman to fetch.
After he got back to the apartment, he showered, changed and sent Meghan a text message.
How’s my Spitfire? Feeling better? I sure hope so, because I’m back and I can’t wait to see you.
While he waited for her response, he went through the refrigerator and tossed the spoiled milk and leftovers. He’d have to get some food when they got back. He realized he didn’t even know how she took her coffee, or if she even drank coffee. Fuck a duck, he was head over heels for a woman and he didn’t know anything personal about her.
Welcome home, big guy. I have a surprise for you.A surprise? He’d made her promise to stay in Atlanta, she shouldn’t have been able to get into any trouble with Lizzie watching over her.
Should I be worried?
No. It’s a good surprise. I’m already in Norfolk. You don’t have to go to Atlanta to get me. Isn’t that great?
What happened to staying in Atlanta until I got back?
Really? You’re going to give me grief now? I saved you an eight hour drive each way.
He wanted to be mad, he really did. But he missed her like crazy and couldn’t wait to hold her in his arms. So, no he wasn’t going to give her grief. As he was typing his reply, his phone rang and without looking he knew it was Meghan.
“No, I’m not going to give you grief.”
“Good thing. I wanted more time with you. Chrissy came to visit, and I drove back with her. No big deal. Now are you going to come and get me, or should we drive over?”
“Give me her address and I’ll be right there.”
The drive to Chrissy’s condo should have taken about ten minutes, but every freaking light turned red as he approached it. It was like his timing was off. Nerves, something he didn’t usually experience. He had no doubt about his feelings for her, but he couldn’t help the niggling little worry that maybe she didn’t feel the same way.
Everything had happened so quickly, and with so much fear and turmoil, maybe she just had that hero complex thing. It would rip him to shreds, but he’d let her go. Her happiness was the only thing that mattered. He’d accepted the fact that he’d be alone, he could get to that place again. As long as Meghan was safe and happy.
As he pulled into the parking spot, the door of the condo opened. She must have been watching for him and he knew he had a shit eating grin on his face. He got out of the car as she ran outside and jumped into his arms.
“Whoa, you’re going to hurt yourself.”
“I don’t care. I missed you so much. I was starting to think you were trying to avoid me.”
“Never.” He pulled her closer and kissed her. He longed for so much more, but the parking lot was not the place. “I missed you too, Spitfire. I’m glad you don’t look like a grape anymore.” She’d healed well. There were only slight traces of bruising around her right eye. He hoped the rest of her had healed as well.
“Damn straight. I’m just about back to normal. Now, aren’t you glad I came to Norfolk?”
