“Daddy! Let him fix you,” Saylor urged.
“Only if you’ll keep sipping on this,” Max told her, lifting the bottle in his hand slightly.
“I will. Let me hold it.” Saylor pulled the container from Max’s fingers and took a drink to show him she would follow his directions.
“Good girl,” Max praised her quietly.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Zale pull Max’s hand closer and unwrap the towel. She averted her eyes and focused on her daddy’s handsome face. “Did the other bomb guy get hurt?”
“No, Saylor. I had them radio over a warning. He’s good.”
“Both had glass in them. So, they were created by the same person or group. I’d figured that out already when the attack happened at two gates,” Zale said.
Max nodded. “Who’s the woman with Hank?”
“She’s an outside employee working with something administrative, I think,” Zale answered. “Her name is Sammie. Hank just met her, but they’re both sticking close to each other.”
“Do you think that’s his little girl?” Zale asked.
“I called you Daddy in front of her. She probably thinks I’m a weirdo.” Saylor told him.
“She’s probably too stressed to remember. Don’t worry about it, little girl,” Max reassured her.
“Or she’s his little girl,” Zale suggested. “All done. Saylor, your daddy’s booboo needs a kiss to heal well.”
Saylor brushed her lips lightly against the gauze wrapped around Max’s fingertip. “I hope that helps.”
“Of course it does. Thank you, baby.”
“Can we go home now?” Her stomach growled loudly, making the two men laugh.
“How about lunch first? Then home,” Max suggested. “Shall we ask everyone to join us?”
“Yes, please. And the other Littles?”
“I’ll go get mine,” Zale volunteered. “Koa took care of letting the girls know everything was over.”
“Zale, while we’ve got you here. Could we schedule an appointment for Saylor to have an exam? We’d like to talk to you about birth control,” Max asked.
Saylor’s cheeks flamed red, but she nodded. She was ready to stop using condoms and trusted Zale.
“Saturday at ten. Come to my home office. We’ll get everything taken care of,” Zale promised.
“We’ll be here,” Max answered before turning to the team. “We’re headed out for tacos. Does anyone want to join us? Ladies are invited, Sammie.”
“Thank you, but I need to find my purse and get back to work,” Sammie said quickly.
“I’ll show you where someone would turn in something found,” Hank offered.
A minute later, the all-clear announcement blared from the speakers across the base. Hank escorted Sammie out the door as the guys coordinated their plans quickly. Saylor glanced around the room as Max hung his equipment back in his locker. She was glad to have seen this place. Now she’d be able to picture Max at work.
“Ready, baby?” he asked.
“Yes, Daddy. Let’s go.”
CHAPTER 18
Unfortunately, their lunch plans had to be put on hold for a debriefing of the incidents. Max was trapped in a large conference room with the other bomb tech, the military police, and the base commanders. Together, the explosive experts had profiled the type of device they’d found. Both had matched down to the coloring of the wires. No one doubted that the attack was coordinated. The question was why.
