Engaging his Enemy (Shattered SEALs #4) - Amy Gamet Page 0,49
share even a fraction of his feelings for her, but he was always let down. She was supportive of him spending time with Wyatt and always made plans for herself while Moto was in town.
Trouble was, he didn’t know why. From that last dinner at her house in Houston to the present day, she hadn’t given him any idea of why she’d shut him out, and it was killing him. His nights, when he could sleep, were filled with dreams of her. His days with thoughts of going back there.
He’d hired a contractor to build his house, even okayed the plans with Davina and Wyatt in mind. It was a fantasy house built for a fantasy family that didn’t actually exist. Surely Wyatt would visit the house someday, but he couldn’t imagine Davina would be with him.
Moto tracked the terrorist to a server in Berlin, painstakingly working to find the next link in the chain, when suddenly an address popped on his screen. 1618 Rudersdorfer Street. “Logan, are you seeing what I’m seeing?”
“Almost there. Hang on… Holy shit, we got him!”
“Razorback!” belted Moto. “We got him! Get in here.” He rattled off the address the moment the other man entered the room.
“I’ll call Interpol.”
Moto sank onto a chair, exhausted. “Be safe, Molly,” he whispered to the universe. For the next hour, he waited with Razorback for any word on the girl’s fate.
The desk phone rang and Razorback answered it. “This is Ian Rhodes,” he barked. “Yes.” He stared at Moto. “Yes. Yes, I understand.” He hung up. “They found her, safe and sound.”
Moto instantly slumped, caving in on himself like he’d lost all his bones. “I need to get out of here.”
“Go home. Take the day off tomorrow. You’ve earned it.”
Just like that, he knew what he needed to do. “I’m not going home, I’m going to Houston.” He stood up wearily. “Maybe that is going home. I don’t know.”
“When will you be back?”
“I don’t know. Depends if she’ll marry me or not.” He stumbled down the hall and out the door, the corridors and elevator barely registering. Saving that girl had been like saving his own family, which was just as real and just as tangible as the real Molly Esposito somewhere across the ocean.
He didn’t go back to his apartment.
He didn’t pack.
He didn’t even buy a ticket before getting to the airport, disheveled and drawn. He did get a hotel room in Houston for the night, because he needed to sleep and to shower, and there was something important he needed to do before going to Davina and begging for her forgiveness.
He needed to go to a jewelry store. The woman he loved deserved a ring when he asked her to be his wife.
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When Wyatt was out of the house, Davina sang along to the radio. Loudly. “Ain’t Too Proud to Beg” blared on the stereo as she hollered over the vacuum cleaner, getting down with her bad self as she cleaned.
Piggy started barking and ran to the door. She shut off the vacuum and turned down the music, already missing her alone time and wondering who the hell was here. She opened the door. “Zach.”
“Can I come in?”
“Sure.” He hadn’t told her he was coming. She didn’t have time to prepare, to put on her I don’t care armor and busy herself with plans. “Wyatt isn’t here. He went camping with a friend.”
“I didn’t come to see Wyatt. I came to show you something. Will you come for a drive with me?”
She didn’t feel like playing this game. No matter what he had in mind, none of it ended well for her. “Where?”
“Please, will you just come?”
She shrugged, unable to think of a way out of this one and not wanting to make it into a big deal. “Okay.” She stopped short when she saw the minivan in the driveway. “Is that yours?”
“It’s a rental.”
“Yeah, but wasn’t the sports car a rental, too? I mean, didn’t they have anything else?”
“This had more room for all of us. The sports car wasn’t very practical. Get in.”
He backed out of the driveway, and she had the fleeting thought that this wasn’t Zach at all but an alien sent in his place, like the guy impersonating Nick Fury in that Marvel movie. Damn, she’d been watching too much TV. “So, what brings you to town?”
“I told you, I want to show you something.”
“What, you came all the way to Texas to show me something?”
He grinned. “That’s right.”
“This better be good.