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Ned grinned. Winked.
She laughed and felt it down to her soul.
She might live. Find herself again.
“After dinner, I vill take your brother to my barn and ve can contact Moose on zhe radio. Arrange for him to pick you up.”
“There’s a plan?” Shae said.
Ned looked at her. “Of course there’s a plan.” His gaze then went to Fraser.
“Of course there’s a plan,” Fraser said.
She nodded and took another sip of soup.
See. Really, she could stop shaking.
Everything was going to be just fine.
Just. Fine.
Eight
Should he be worried that Fraser wasn’t back yet?
Ned stretched out on the sofa, Shae snuggled beside him, her body lost in slumber, her arm around his chest, his own around her waist.
He should stop worrying. Apparently, the barn was on their dacha outside the city—a garden plot carved out of the woods, but where Pavel communicated with Dwayne and, more recently, Moose.
Someplace the Russian government couldn’t track him down, maybe.
So yes, with the storm, Ned guessed it might take some time to travel there in Pavel’s old truck, get ahold of Moose, and travel back.
But three hours?
Calm. Down.
“Your heartbeat is being funny,” Shae said, her eyes closed. “You okay?”
He’d suggested she go to bed in the other room, but she didn’t want to be away from him, and frankly, he didn’t exactly trust himself, locked in the other room with the woman he wanted to marry. Tonight. Right now.
Especially after that kiss. He’d very much lost himself there and hadn’t cared. And that scared him a little, because he wasn’t a guy who let himself off his leash.
Was a guy who liked rules and parameters and plans. How he loved plans.
Such an idiot to drop into Russia without a solid exfil. But he’d been, well, desperate, and really, Moose had assured him that Carpie would let them use the boat.
So, yeah, his plan was hope, and right now it was dying a little in the storm.
Shae raised her head. Met his eyes. Oh, she had such beautiful eyes, and theytrustedhim.I knew you’d find me.
That tore into him, settled into his bones.
What if he hadn’t? What if he couldn’t get to her?
“Ned. Your heartbeat again.” She pushed herself up. “Talk to me.”
He sighed. “I just…I don’t like being helpless.”
