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on the team knows about you and Bull. At least, I didn’t tell them. But no one else knowing isn’t necessarily a good thing. You go up there and as far as everyone else is concerned, you’re just the girl he saved that night. That’s it. How are you going to explain when you freak out because he doesn’t remember you or, you know, what you two did?”
“I’m not planning on freaking out.” She wasn’t like that. Hadn’t she sat quietly in a closet while men with machine guns tried to kill everyone? Besides, she knew once Bull saw her, he’d remember. He had to. She crossed her arms over her chest. “Can you take me to his room now?”
“Yeah. Wait here.” Matt went back to the guard and got her a visitor badge as she waited with her heart pounding until she was lightheaded.
They reached the room and found the door open, but the curtain drawn around the bed. People were in there with Bull. She could hear them talking. Marly stopped in the doorway. Matt stayed behind her in the hall, watching her. She could hear a man with a strong Southern drawl. It sounded like he was retelling the tale of that night.
“So the tangos are fixin’ to blow the place. They rigged this bomb with instructions they found on the internet. So yeah, it made a hell of a noise, but it was only powerful enough to blow out the wall in the closet where you were hiding. The blast barely even reached the room where they were. There was no way that thing was taking down a big stone building like that. The damn sprinkler system did the biggest damage. The water ruined all the plaster walls and antiques and crap. The historical society is freaking out.”
“But there were no casualties?” The sound of Bull’s familiar voice made Marly’s pulse beat faster.
“Well, no civilian casualties. Although the docs say you probably saved that harpist’s life. If you hadn’t thought to throw her in that old bathtub and lay on top of her, she would have been pretty bad off. The hostages out in the main room were all scared shitless. But I can tell you the tangos didn’t walk out of there. All three of them were carrying some pretty heavy artillery. Once we hit the room, armed and ready, we had to deal with the situation as we saw fit. You really don’t remember anything before the explosion?”
Marly held her breath and waited for Bull’s answer.
“Not a damn thing, Jack.” Bull laughed. “I wish I did. It sounds like a hell of a night. Hey, did anybody remember to call to Lana?”
“Here’s the phone, Bull. Want me to dial your girl’s number for ya?”
Lana? A sob escaped Marly’s throat as she pushed past Matt. He ran after her. He tried to grab her arm, but she shook him off. Rather than wait for the elevator, she barreled down the stairs, all the way down to the lobby floor and out into the parking lot.
Chapter Seven
“I have one question.” Besides why he still couldn’t remember a thing after the night of the training exercise with Kappa. “Why the hell is Dickhead’s son sending me flowers?” Bull indicated the massive arrangement that blocked half the window.
“Don’t know, maybe he likes you.” Jack waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Maybe he plays on a different team than we do? It would explain why Dickhead Junior didn’t do it for Lia and she’s with my pea-brained brother instead.”
“I heard that.” Jimmy came around the curtain. “Hey, Bull. Glad to see you sitting up. And I can answer what my brother here couldn’t. It seems the harpist you saved is involved with Dickhead Junior. He was very grateful she didn’t come home in pieces, thanks to you.”
Things were beginning to make sense. Bull nodded and then wished he hadn’t when the pain in his head protested the move. “Thanks for clearing that up. The harpist must be the Marly who sent me the card and the little stuffed bull. Now, one more question. When the hell do I get out of here and get back to work?”
Jack and Jimmy both
“I’m not planning on freaking out.” She wasn’t like that. Hadn’t she sat quietly in a closet while men with machine guns tried to kill everyone? Besides, she knew once Bull saw her, he’d remember. He had to. She crossed her arms over her chest. “Can you take me to his room now?”
“Yeah. Wait here.” Matt went back to the guard and got her a visitor badge as she waited with her heart pounding until she was lightheaded.
They reached the room and found the door open, but the curtain drawn around the bed. People were in there with Bull. She could hear them talking. Marly stopped in the doorway. Matt stayed behind her in the hall, watching her. She could hear a man with a strong Southern drawl. It sounded like he was retelling the tale of that night.
“So the tangos are fixin’ to blow the place. They rigged this bomb with instructions they found on the internet. So yeah, it made a hell of a noise, but it was only powerful enough to blow out the wall in the closet where you were hiding. The blast barely even reached the room where they were. There was no way that thing was taking down a big stone building like that. The damn sprinkler system did the biggest damage. The water ruined all the plaster walls and antiques and crap. The historical society is freaking out.”
“But there were no casualties?” The sound of Bull’s familiar voice made Marly’s pulse beat faster.
“Well, no civilian casualties. Although the docs say you probably saved that harpist’s life. If you hadn’t thought to throw her in that old bathtub and lay on top of her, she would have been pretty bad off. The hostages out in the main room were all scared shitless. But I can tell you the tangos didn’t walk out of there. All three of them were carrying some pretty heavy artillery. Once we hit the room, armed and ready, we had to deal with the situation as we saw fit. You really don’t remember anything before the explosion?”
Marly held her breath and waited for Bull’s answer.
“Not a damn thing, Jack.” Bull laughed. “I wish I did. It sounds like a hell of a night. Hey, did anybody remember to call to Lana?”
“Here’s the phone, Bull. Want me to dial your girl’s number for ya?”
Lana? A sob escaped Marly’s throat as she pushed past Matt. He ran after her. He tried to grab her arm, but she shook him off. Rather than wait for the elevator, she barreled down the stairs, all the way down to the lobby floor and out into the parking lot.
Chapter Seven
“I have one question.” Besides why he still couldn’t remember a thing after the night of the training exercise with Kappa. “Why the hell is Dickhead’s son sending me flowers?” Bull indicated the massive arrangement that blocked half the window.
“Don’t know, maybe he likes you.” Jack waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Maybe he plays on a different team than we do? It would explain why Dickhead Junior didn’t do it for Lia and she’s with my pea-brained brother instead.”
“I heard that.” Jimmy came around the curtain. “Hey, Bull. Glad to see you sitting up. And I can answer what my brother here couldn’t. It seems the harpist you saved is involved with Dickhead Junior. He was very grateful she didn’t come home in pieces, thanks to you.”
Things were beginning to make sense. Bull nodded and then wished he hadn’t when the pain in his head protested the move. “Thanks for clearing that up. The harpist must be the Marly who sent me the card and the little stuffed bull. Now, one more question. When the hell do I get out of here and get back to work?”
Jack and Jimmy both
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