wheel of her car on wet roads. “I know.”
“Okay, I guess I’ll ask Maria to run me over at lunch.”
“I’ll take you to work tonight.” Jamie was at a loss to explain the need to protect her.
“You’re starting to make me feel bad, playing taxi driver for me and all. I know ya must have better things to do, and I really can take care of myself.”
It was only the discipline he’d developed as a SEAL that kept him from snorting at the last part of her statement. Someone needed to keep an eye on her, and after the way things had ended with Jill, he actually didn’t have anything better to do.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said as he pulled into the parking lot at K2. She gave him a look that said she couldn’t figure him out, and he wished her luck with that. He’d not known what he was about since she’d picked him up at the airport.
“Trust me, I have bigger things to worry about than you. Thanks for the ride.”
What did that mean? As he started to get out of the car, she suddenly disappeared from sight in front of his hood. He hurried to her and found her pushing herself up from the pavement.
“What happened?” he asked as he offered her his hand.
“I tripped.”
A quick survey around her turned up nothing that would have put her facedown on the pavement. “On what?”
She grabbed hold of his hand and pulled herself up. “Hell if I know,” she said, sounding so irritable he wanted to smile.
“You okay?”
“Everything’s good but my pride.”
“So we’re just going to ignore your skinned knee?” When she tried to pull her hand away, he held tight.
“Right now, I’m wishing you’d ignore all of me.”
“Not a chance, Sugar,” he said, and found he meant it.
CHAPTER SEVEN
J amie spent the morning with Jake Buchanan planning an extraction of four kidnapped aid workers—one woman and three men—from Syria. Once they’d picked the team, they brought in Stewart, who would be the lead.
“Our intelligence reports that one of the men is sick and the other two aren’t in much better shape,” Buchanan said. “Ryan O’Connor comes on board tomorrow, and he’ll be a part of your team, Elaine.”
Jamie glanced at Stewart to see his reaction to having a team member he’d never met before.
Nicknamed Elaine because he was head over heels in love with Elaine on Seinfeld , Stewart shrugged. “I’ve heard good things about Doc. If we’ve got sick hostages, then I’m glad to have him. The woman’s in good health?”
“As far as we know, she wasn’t tortured like the men.” Jake handed Stewart the dossiers on the aid workers.
As the two of them went over the files, Jamie turned his mind to Doc. He looked forward to seeing his friend again. It had been over a year since they’d last met and almost that long since O’Connor’s wife had died. They’d talked on the phone a few times, but their conversations had been awkward. Once a happy man, deeply in love with Kathleen, he’d seemed to close up tighter than a clam after her death.
It would be good for Doc to be back with the team, and with him coming to work for Kincaid, only two of the original six of their SEAL team would be missing. Jamie was aware the boss had also offered Cody Roberts a job. If Dog accepted, they’d all be together again except for Evan Prescott, who’d been killed on their last mission in Afghanistan.
“Let’s take a lunch break,” Jake said, bringing Jamie’s attention back to the present.
“Sure.” At the mention of food, he realized he was hungry.
Stewart stood and stretched. “I’m gonna pass. I need to run by the bank and sign the papers on my car loan.”
Jake snorted. “Bet you had to promise your firstborn, too.”
“Your firstborn for a Corvette sounds fair to me,” Jamie said.
“Nah, just my paycheck for the next twenty years.” Stewart stopped at the door. “I’ve dreamed about owning a candy-apple red Vette since my older sister dated a guy who had one.
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