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He tried to soften her up using their inside joke. “Peter Parker always gets the villain in the end, Mary Jane.”
Bringing up their mutual love ofSpidermanmovies hadn’t worked to his benefit in Bosnia, and he believed he’d lost her forever.
Lena had twisted around and walked away from him. She hadn’t spoken a single word to him either.
Until that night at the gala.
Then she slept with him, allowed him totouchher andkissher, and Slade’s hopes shot upward.
Now they were the lowest of low. And worse, if he didn’t figure out a way to escape from these two idiots holding him hostage, he’d never get that chance to fix things with Lena.
He couldn’t let that happen. When she ended their marriage, he told her that he’d never give up on their relationship.
Not then, and not now, Mary Jane. I’m getting out of this—and fighting my way back to you.
* * * * *
One good thing about being part of an elite ops team was no crappy military transports. Blackout flew in relative luxury. Sure, they didn’t get the option of chicken or fish or an in-flight movie, but they did have nice, big comfy seats.
With only three of them on the jet, they all spread out, which was better for Lena. She needed space to think about her situation.
Every time she moved, she was acutely aware that strands of DNA were multiplying in her womb. That for every move she made, those cells moved with her.
And half of that DNA came from her ex-husband.
The same man she was flying right now to Mexico to find.
She knew Slade was in trouble. No way did that man go AWOL. Slade was dedicated, tried and true. Just look at how he refused to give up on their marriage.
She stretched out her legs and closed her eyes. The flight from Washington, DC to Mexico was long enough to catch up on some sleep, but damn if she could drift off with her mind pulsing with so much confusion.
The question that resurfaced in her mind over and over again…why did Slade choose Mexico as his vacation destination, of all places?
Yeah, he was a beach bum who loved the sand and surf. He lookedgreatin swim trunks.
Was he with a woman? She resolutely set that thought aside to examine at a later time, when she wasn’t so consumed with how she was going to get him home safely onto US soil—and tell him about their slip that night at the gala.
But her mind stubbornly returned to the idea of Slade meeting up with another woman over and over again until she had to let the weight settle on her mind and fully examine it.
He could have moved on. Met somebody who sparked his interest.
On the flip side, he’d been calling or texting Lena every single day since they landed back in bed together. It was damned annoying too. She spent so much energy guarding her phone so her teammates didn’t catch a stray text or call, even though Slade’s contact wasn’t entered as his real name.
Ugh. Shut it off, Lena. Just get to Mexico and find him.
She had a guess where he might have gone, though thinking of him haunting the resort where they’d honeymooned stabbed a sharp pang in her chest.
Closing her eyes, she tried to force her mind into standby mode until they landed. She was helpless until she had her feet in Puerto Vallarta again.
The jet hit a bump of turbulence, and her eyes shot open. She focused on the inertia of her body and realized they’d landed.
Somehow she managed to fall asleep?
She shot a glance at each Frost and Mustang, but both were staring straight ahead, not speaking. She placed a hand over the buckle of her seatbelt, prepared to jump out of the seat the minute they stopped taxiing.
The action of folding an arm over her middle brought all of it slamming back. That plus sign. Ababy.
Slade missing.
