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when she realized she hadn’t even told Kane she loved him before they’d left for this mission. What if something happened to him? What if he got hurt? Or, God forbid, what if he died thinking she was angry with him?
The radio on the center console crackled to life, putting an end to her terrified thoughts.
“Apollo secure.” Morgan’s voice.
Relief crashed into Abby’s chest in one fell swoop. She hurriedly clicked on the radio and addressed Morgan. “Any trouble?”
“Negative.” He sounded annoyed. “Except Salib won’t stop screaming. I just checked in with Riggs—he asked us to stay put until they send a team. But you two head to the airfield as scheduled.”
She faltered. “You don’t want us to wait for you?”
“Negative. Aberdeen and her people are meeting you at the airport in Cairo. She wants her kid back ASAP.”
Abby’s hand ran through Tommy Aberdeen’s hair in an involuntary motion. “Got it. We’ll see you later then.”
Once the line went dead, she chewed on the inside of her cheek again, trying to hide her distress. She was glad Kane and Morgan had restrained Nazara without any difficulty, but she knew she wouldn’t relax until she saw her husband for herself and made sure he was all right.
Chapter Seven
Two hours later, Kane and Morgan arrived in Cairo on the task force’s chopper. Khalid Nazara and Eshe Salib had been taken into custody, officially becoming law enforcement’s problem. After executing a successful extraction, Morgan’s team was no longer needed, and the two men were glad to be out of it. Both of them were dead-ass tired when they returned to the hotel at nearly one a.m.
Abby and Noelle were already back, according to Noelle’s latest report. The women hadn’t spent more than five minutes at the private airfield before Kathy Aberdeen showed up and whisked her son away. The ambassador had sobbed hysterically while thanking them for rescuing Tommy, then boarded her personal helicopter, clinging to the little boy like she was terrified someone would try to steal him from her again.
Kane wished Abby had been the one to call in. He desperately wanted to hear her voice, to wrap his arms around her and feel her familiar body against his. It absolutely killed him that they’d gone on this mission with an angry thundercloud looming over their heads. The two of them rarely ever fought. Even with Abby’s tendency to shut down emotionally, they were usually much better communicators.
Lord, he hated this powerless feeling constricting his chest. The relentless fear clawing at his throat. He couldn’t lose Abby, but that was precisely what would happen if he didn’t give her the support to make her own decision. But his heart couldn’t bear to lose the baby either. He felt trapped, damn it, and he didn’t function well in trapped mode.
Fuck, he just needed to see his wife.
But when he dove out of the Jeep in the hotel parking lot, he quickly discovered that the universe was working against him. Or, more accurately,
Noelle
was.
“Uh-uh, no way,” the blonde snapped when the two men entered the lobby. She’d appeared in front of them like an apparition. Stepped directly in Kane’s path, her incensed stare piercing into him like a sword.
“Get out of my way, Noelle.” He was usually far more polite in her presence, but he didn’t have any patience for her bullshit at the moment. “I have to see my wife.”
She crossed her arms, not budging. “You’re not getting anywhere near her. Not before I beat your ass.”
His lips tightened. “I’m two seconds from beating
yours
if you don’t move.”
“She cried on the entire drive to the airfield,” Noelle said in a cold voice. “During the chopper ride, too.”
Kane froze. “What?”
“You heard me, Woodland. Your overbearing, selfish, alpha caveman crap had her in tears. Abby Sinclair,
crying
like a sissy girl who dropped her lollipop in a puddle!” Noelle sounded livid, blue eyes blazing.
The radio on the center console crackled to life, putting an end to her terrified thoughts.
“Apollo secure.” Morgan’s voice.
Relief crashed into Abby’s chest in one fell swoop. She hurriedly clicked on the radio and addressed Morgan. “Any trouble?”
“Negative.” He sounded annoyed. “Except Salib won’t stop screaming. I just checked in with Riggs—he asked us to stay put until they send a team. But you two head to the airfield as scheduled.”
She faltered. “You don’t want us to wait for you?”
“Negative. Aberdeen and her people are meeting you at the airport in Cairo. She wants her kid back ASAP.”
Abby’s hand ran through Tommy Aberdeen’s hair in an involuntary motion. “Got it. We’ll see you later then.”
Once the line went dead, she chewed on the inside of her cheek again, trying to hide her distress. She was glad Kane and Morgan had restrained Nazara without any difficulty, but she knew she wouldn’t relax until she saw her husband for herself and made sure he was all right.
Chapter Seven
Two hours later, Kane and Morgan arrived in Cairo on the task force’s chopper. Khalid Nazara and Eshe Salib had been taken into custody, officially becoming law enforcement’s problem. After executing a successful extraction, Morgan’s team was no longer needed, and the two men were glad to be out of it. Both of them were dead-ass tired when they returned to the hotel at nearly one a.m.
Abby and Noelle were already back, according to Noelle’s latest report. The women hadn’t spent more than five minutes at the private airfield before Kathy Aberdeen showed up and whisked her son away. The ambassador had sobbed hysterically while thanking them for rescuing Tommy, then boarded her personal helicopter, clinging to the little boy like she was terrified someone would try to steal him from her again.
Kane wished Abby had been the one to call in. He desperately wanted to hear her voice, to wrap his arms around her and feel her familiar body against his. It absolutely killed him that they’d gone on this mission with an angry thundercloud looming over their heads. The two of them rarely ever fought. Even with Abby’s tendency to shut down emotionally, they were usually much better communicators.
Lord, he hated this powerless feeling constricting his chest. The relentless fear clawing at his throat. He couldn’t lose Abby, but that was precisely what would happen if he didn’t give her the support to make her own decision. But his heart couldn’t bear to lose the baby either. He felt trapped, damn it, and he didn’t function well in trapped mode.
Fuck, he just needed to see his wife.
But when he dove out of the Jeep in the hotel parking lot, he quickly discovered that the universe was working against him. Or, more accurately,
Noelle
was.
“Uh-uh, no way,” the blonde snapped when the two men entered the lobby. She’d appeared in front of them like an apparition. Stepped directly in Kane’s path, her incensed stare piercing into him like a sword.
“Get out of my way, Noelle.” He was usually far more polite in her presence, but he didn’t have any patience for her bullshit at the moment. “I have to see my wife.”
She crossed her arms, not budging. “You’re not getting anywhere near her. Not before I beat your ass.”
His lips tightened. “I’m two seconds from beating
yours
if you don’t move.”
“She cried on the entire drive to the airfield,” Noelle said in a cold voice. “During the chopper ride, too.”
Kane froze. “What?”
“You heard me, Woodland. Your overbearing, selfish, alpha caveman crap had her in tears. Abby Sinclair,
crying
like a sissy girl who dropped her lollipop in a puddle!” Noelle sounded livid, blue eyes blazing.
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