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After returning to my desk, I closed my eyes, shifting back and forth in my seat. He had a weighted noose around his neck that started with his discharge. As soon as he’d told me the details, red flags had gone off in my mind. What if I was able to relieve a portion of the pressure? Could he finally drive the demons away or would that provide more energy to take on an entire treacherous organization?
My mother had always told me that when truth prevailed, the enemies were beaten. I rapped my fingers on my desk then picked up my cellphone. I was prepared to leave a message when my father answered.
“Hey, baby girl.”
My father never called me that.
“How are you?” I asked.
“I’m doing fine. Isn’t this the middle of a workday?”
“Stop chastising me. I’m vice president of a fabulous advertising firm, Daddy. I think I can take time out to check on my own father.”
“Uh-huh. I know you too well. Stop bugging me about the biopsy.”
“Result?”
He snorted. “They’re taking their sweet time, but my doctor insists it’s only precautionary.”
“You will call me as soon as you find out. Won’t you?”
“I guess I’ll have to, or my bossy daughter will continue interrupting my golf game.”
At least he could make me laugh. “Before you go, I need to ask you a favor.”
“You, a favor? Do you need money? Is that son of a bitch not paying you what you deserve?” he barked. He might be a tough taskmaster, but he became a bulldog with sharp teeth when he believed I wasn’t getting a fair deal. I’d been surprised that he hadn’t beaten Christopher to death after hearing what happened.
“Daddy, I don’t need money. I’m doing fine, the salary exactly as I was promised. Mr. Masters is great to work with. That’s why I’m calling. I wondered if you could check something for me with your old Army buddies.”
“Old, huh.”
“You might need to call in a favor of your own.”
“Now, I’m intrigued. What’s going on?”
I took a deep breath before sharing the story, trying to remember every detail. When I was finished, I could tell my father wasn’t convinced that Savage hadn’t been responsible for what had transpired in Afghanistan.
“Do you have his name and serial number?”
“Yes. Please do this for me.” The one attribute I did have was a photographic memory. After relaying the information, I took another deep breath. It was the right thing to do. I only hoped it wasn’t too late to drag him away from the edge of a cliff.
“I can’t promise anything.”
“I understand.”
After ending the call, I moved toward the window, staring out at the sun-kissed sky. It was a beautiful day, yet I couldn’t get over the feeling danger lurked around the corner.
As I pressed my hand against the glass, closing my eyes, I realized that the reason the pain was so agonizing was that I wasn’t falling in love with the pigheaded man.
I’d already fallen hopelessly head over heels in love with the brute and would walk through fire in order to be with him.
What had I done?
* * *
Savage
Wham!
