He lifted his face to the sky and closed his eyes.
Thank you, God, for this life you’ve given me. And for this woman who completes me.
EPILOGUE
Clearfield, Virginia – BlackKnight Security Headquarters
Six Months Later – Thursday – 1600 Hours
Call Sign: Charlie One
The SUV rumbled down the road, twenty to thirty minutes from the BlackKnight compound. Liam’s fingers wrapped around the little black box in his pocket. His heart pounded, and his hands sweated. For the love of everything, he was Delta Force, the owner of BlackKnight Security, and Charlie One. He faced down bad guys on the daily. Okay, maybe not every day, but frequently. And a diamond ring and a simple question for the love of his life spiked his adrenaline.
Boone leaned over the console from the back seat. “Dude, you’re sweating.”
Rafe glanced at him from the driver’s seat. “He’s right, you know.”
“Whatever.” Liam let go of the box and adjusted the sling on his arm. He peered out the passenger window, watching the landscape go by while losing the battle of calming his jittery nerves.
“Is your little boo-boo hurting?” Xander chuckled.
He flicked his gaze to the mirror. “Next time Dax decides to fall out of a helo and use any of you as a rope, then we’ll talk.”
“I didn’t fall out on purpose. Xander banked the bird before I could clip in.”
“Yeah, yeah, blame it on me.” Xander rolled his eyes.
“Seriously, Liam, how’s the arm?” Boone asked.
Dax had hauled himself off the hoist and into the cabin before he could secure himself, Xander had taken an evasive maneuver, and Dax had slid to the open door of the helo. Liam had grabbed his wrist seconds before his teammate had tumbled out. The sudden jerk had dislocated his shoulder. But in the end, saved his brother’s life. So, he’d take the pain.
He exhaled. “Better now that it’s in place. But not gonna lie, it aches.”
“Stick with the anti-inflammatory meds and don’t power through the pain. Take what the doc prescribed. You need to keep that muscle relaxed, or it’ll hurt worse.” Xander gave his medical two cents on the topic.
“I’ll be good. Just hate that the team will be grounded.” Six weeks. That’s what the doctors had told him.
“We could all use a little R&R,” Dax added.
No one on the team had come out unscathed. But thankfully, his injury was the worst.
“So, back to the sweating question.” Once Boone locked onto something, the man wouldn’t let go.
“Does it have something to do with what’s in your pocket?” Rafe smirked.
Boone’s eye widened. “Wait! Does that mean what I think it means? And why didn’t you tell the rest of us?”
“What he said,” Dax piped in.
“I’m hurt that you didn’t confide in us.” Xander’s toddler impression had Liam rolling his eyes.
He shook his head. “Kinda wanted it to be between Raven and me.” He glared at Charlie Two.
Rafe didn’t say anything, only gave him a cheesy smile.
“Fine. I’m planning to propose as soon as we get back.” He hated that he’d be down on one knee with his arm in a sling, but that was life. Things rarely happened as planned.
“What are you worried about?” Dax asked. “That woman is head over heels in love with you. She’ll say yes.”
