Page 35 of SEAL's Sky
“I know you are. I am too. I don’t usually have this much trouble. There’s something off about the whole thing.”
“I’ve had that feeling since I heard the whole story from Sky. Can you email the photos, I’ll see if I can turn up anything while I’m sitting here.”
“Sure. I’ll send you everything I’ve got. Who knows if you mention some of it to Sky tomorrow maybe it will trigger her memory about something.”
“Good point. Talk to you tomorrow. Night, Tex.”
“Night.”
* * *
Three hours later, he hadn’t found jack shit on the woman in the photo with Walker. He was an ass to think he could figure it out when Tex couldn’t. But he needed to do something, the frustration was making him antsy. It made him feel even worse for losing his temper with Sky when she’d gone out. Giving up on the search, he checked in with Cam. It was all quiet. Not that he’d expected to hear from Walker yet, it was too soon. Tex left the first set of breadcrumbs for the douchebag earlier, and tomorrow he’d leave the rest. If Plan A worked, he should show up in Norfolk in a day or two. If not they’d fall back to Plan B. Murph prayed that their initial plan would accomplish the mission.
Heading to bed with a book, he must have dozed off when his instant-on button was triggered. It took him all of two seconds to go from asleep to wide awake, and another second to realize what he’d heard.
The shrieks coming from the other bedroom terrified him. Jumping out of bed, he charged into her room expecting to find Walker. Instead, Sky was in bed all alone and screaming.
God only knew what she was dreaming, but it shredded him. Sitting on the edge of her bed, he ran a hand through her hair, trying to calm her. He was afraid to wake her up too quickly and scare her even more.
Seconds later, Cam charged through the front door, gun drawn, Halo at his side. Halo was at the side of the bed sniffing her face when she woke up surrounded by two freaked out SEALs.
The light from the other room shone on her face and accentuated the tears on her cheeks. Murph had to fight his instinct to pull her into his lap and hold her until she calmed down.
“Sky? That was a hell of a dream.”
“Shit. I’m sorry. Did I wake you?” Her voice sounded wobbly.
“You scared the shit out of us. We thought Walker was here,” Cam said as he slid his weapon into his holster. “I’ll leave you to take care of this, Murph. If you need us holler. Come, Halo.” Instantly the dog was at his side. A few seconds later the front door closed.
Murph swallowed back some of the adrenaline racing through his body. “Can I get you anything? Water? Whiskey?”
She sat up, running her hand through her hair. Then she looked at him and even in the dim light, he saw surprise flicker across her face as her gaze strayed down his body.
Shit. He was only wearing his boxers. “Let me go put on more clothes. I’ll bring you some water.”
“Actually, I think I’d rather have the whiskey.”
“You got it. Will you be okay for a few minutes?”
“Yeah,” she said as she sniffled.
Murph had plenty of nightmares of his own, been around women and children who had them too. But the blood-curdling sound that came from Sky probably cut ten years off of his life.
After dragging on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt he went to grab the bottle of whiskey and two glasses, but she was already sitting on the couch with the bottle in front of her and wrapped in the blanket from her bed.
Not sure how she’d feel about him sitting on the couch with her, he headed toward the kitchen to grab one of the chairs, but she stopped him.
“You can sit with me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I am. Besides, the chairs are really uncomfortable.”
“That’s true.” Taking care not to touch her, he sat down and poured them each a shot.
She lifted her glass in a silent toast and then downed it. He had definitely not expected that. Then she held it toward him, and he poured her another one.
“You might want to take it easy on those. It’s going to hit you pretty hard if you’re not used to drinking.”
