She snorted.
“With me, one never knows,” she admitted.
Oh, she’d had relationships with men, but they were more problematic than anything.
Gabe was keeping it light, mostly because Alessandra told him to. If you wanted to bed down your younger, pregnant fiancée, you did what they wanted.
Period.
“Then we’re good?”
She nodded.
“I mean, I’m as good as I can be,” she stated. “I need a favor,” she added.
Gabe waited.
“I want Jet interred at Arlington. He died a hero, being my bodyguard. I want full honors and a grave he deserves.”
Gabe held up the paper.
“I already have it started. Ethan sent me a text, asking me to do it for you.”
Yeah, he’d sent her a text, too, but she simply couldn’t go there. Right now, she needed to not break down with her husbands. They needed her to be strong.
Jet needed her to be strong.
Later, she’d text him back when she could have a minute to think. She was going to be there for Jet, and then, she was going to get some sleep.
Tomorrow, there would be bodies.
She could feel it in her balls.
“Thank you.”
He nodded.
“Pumpkin, anything for my sister from another mister—a psychopathic mister who was batshit insane like his daughter—may I add.”
She didn’t argue that.
Charlie was a menace, but God…
She missed him.
What wouldn’t she give to have one more day with him to have him help her find her footing? The world was caving in, and she was on the edge.
“We’re at the hospital,” Elizabeth said. “I need to do this,” she added.
Gabe clued her in.
“He’s in the back of the hospital, still in an ambulance. I knew you’d want to walk him in with your Marines. Jack had them hold him for you.”
Already, she wanted to cry.
“You have this, Elizabeth. Do this for Jet.”
Oh, that was the plan.
