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We know enough to get the job done. If he learns intel that impacts our mission, we’ll hear about it in short order. Our team will wait until you get into your vehicle, then rendezvous with Shadow. We’ll be close if you need us. Brody will contact you once we’re set up.”
“Copy that.”
“Good luck. Gigi, allow your feelings for Owen to show, and everything will be fine.” He turned to Owen. “You have your identification papers and wedding rings?”
“Ah. Knew I forgot something.” Owen dug into his pocket for the rings left in the safe along with their IDs. He slid the one-carat solitaire and wide gold wedding band on Gigi’s finger. Relief filled him when the rings turned out to be a perfect fit. They looked good on her finger.
His gaze locked with hers. He needed to marry this woman as soon as possible. Owen wanted to kick himself for making both of them wait through his military service and law enforcement training. He’d put both of them through years of loneliness and heartache when he could have spent that time building their relationship and spending every spare minute with her when he was home.
He slid the larger wedding band on his finger and frowned. The metal would reflect light.
Gigi’s hand wrapped around his. “What’s wrong?”
“I need a black wedding band. This one reflects light.”
“That’s why the married operatives wear black wedding bands. I didn’t think about that.” She looked disappointed.
“G?”
“I’d hoped to have matching wedding rings, but I’m not a huge fan of black for myself.”
“I’ll look for something that incorporates black into the set for you. I shouldn’t wear reflective metal on the job as a cop, either.”
“That’s works for me.”
Owen squeezed her hand and turned to Sawyer. “We’re ready.”
“I’ll handle the bags in case we have eyes on us.”
Gigi frowned. “Won’t it look strange for us to travel with a bunch of armed men?”
“You’re married to the head of a militia and here to purchase arms. Michaels would protect his investment.” Sawyer grabbed their bags and left the aircraft.
Owen glanced at the bodyguards. “If you have a problem, contact me or Brody immediately, then touch base with Maddox. This jet is our ticket home. We need it in good working order and ready to go wheels up at a moment’s notice.”
“Yes, sir,” said the head of the bodyguard unit. “We’ll check in every six hours unless there’s an issue.”
“Good enough.” Owen kissed the back of Gigi’s hand. “Let’s go, sweetheart. Once we check in at the resort, I’ll contact Gonzalez.” He led Gigi up the aisle. At the stairs to the tarmac, Owen stepped in front of her, scanning the tarmac and surrounding area.
Once he was satisfied Gigi was safe, Owen stepped aside and helped her down the stairs. He wrapped his arm around her waist as they walked to the SUV where Sawyer waited.
“All set,” the operative murmured as he handed over the keys. “We made sure your ride is free of tracking and listening devices.” The corners of his lips tugged upward. “Can’t trust anyone these days, even those supposedly on your side.”
“Thanks.”
With a nod, Sawyer returned to the rest of his team, and they climbed into the remaining SUV.
Owen opened the passenger door for Gigi and lifted her to the seat. He leaned in and captured her mouth with his for a kiss hot enough to heat his blood and convince anyone watching that he was crazy about his wife. Although he hated to admit it, Maddox was right. No way would Owen have been able to kiss another woman like this.
He eased back, circled the vehicle to climb behind the steering wheel, and cranked the engine.
Showtime.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Owen parked in front of the resort’s main building. He opened Gigi’s door. “Ready to have some fun, beautiful?”
“Thank you for bringing me here, sugar. I can’t wait to go to the beach.”
Sugar? He chuckled at the nickname. “Let’s drop our bags in the room, then we’ll find a shop that sells swim gear. We should have a few hours of sun before dinner.” Owen wrapped his arm around her waist and urged her toward the lobby.
“Welcome to the Loera Resort,” a perky young woman behind the desk said, a broad smile curving her lips. “How may I help you?”
“We have reservations. The name is Michaels. Owen and Gina Michaels.”
The woman checked the computer reservation system. A moment later, she said, “Yes, sir. We have you booked in the honeymoon cottage. Are you newlyweds?”
“Every day is