Page 23 of SEAL's Harmony
“How so?”
“Aww Har, don’t worry, it’s not bad. I think you’re a lot stronger than you come across or give yourself credit for. You’re going to be great for Ry.”
Harmony shook her head. “I think you’re all a little crazy. We barely know each other.”
“We’ll see. I knew it almost right away when I met Rafe. There was something different about him. It was one of the worst times of my life, but I’d go through it all again if it meant I’d end up with him.”
“Chrissy told me a little of what you went through with your brother and the Taliban. I couldn’t believe you went to Afghanistan by yourself.”
“Yeah, it was stupid, but all I could think about was helping my brother, and it was the only option I could come up with. I’d be dead if not for Rafe and the team.”
“It’s almost like a book,” Harmony responded.
“Yes, and if I have my way, it will be. It’ll be fiction, but since I have direct knowledge of a classified mission, the DOD has final approval before I can publish it. So much red tape and hoops to jump through.”
“I will buy it,” Harmony exclaimed.
“Thank you.” Meghan smiled. “I guess we should go back before they send out a freaking search party for us.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yup, it’s their protector instinct. They can’t help it. You just have to remember it’s done with love, not malice.”
Harmony wasn’t sure how she felt about any kind of control, and if Ry tried to lock her down, she’d have something to say about it.
“Ry is one of the good guys. Just try to keep an open mind, okay?” Meghan asked.
“I’ll try—” A knock on the ladies’ room door interrupted Harmony’s response.
Meghan shrugged and opened the door with a grin, revealing a worried Rafe and Ry. Then she turned and winked at Harmony, as if to say, ‘see, I told you so.’
“Everything okay?” Rafe asked as his gaze traveled over Meghan.
“Yes, my love. We were chatting. What trouble could we get into in the restroom? Seriously, dude.” Meghan stepped into his arms for a hug.
“You can ask me that after what happened to Sky in this building,” Rafe replied.
The storm clouds on Rafe’s face dissipated as he held his wife.
“Do you want to take this out of the doorway?” Ry asked as he stood just behind them in the hallway.
“Sorry, bro.” Rafe kept his arm around Meghan as they stepped out of the way.
Harmony watched as Ry stopped at the threshold. She gave him brownie points for not grabbing for her or being short-tempered. All her internal alarm bells should’ve been ringing, but they weren’t. None had rung when he’d rushed into her office at the bank, either. His presence didn’t freak Harmony out at all—no strangling feeling, no dread churning in her stomach like when her father would track her down.
“Are you okay? Did Fergus upset you? Or Rafe?” Ry asked, his brow wrinkled with concern.
“I’m fine. Just regular old girl-talk. Neither of us realized we’d been chatting for so long.”
“No problem. As long as you’re okay. That’s all that matters.” This time, Ry smiled and held out his hand.
“I didn’t mean to worry you,” she said as she took his hand.
“Rafe grew concerned when he realized it’d been more than a half-hour since you and Meghan left. They’ve been through a lot…”
“Yeah, she’s told me some of her story. It’s unbelievable.”
“It sure is. Ready to go back to the table, or would you rather leave?” Ry asked as she took his hand.
