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sense.”
“It’s a miracle they didn’t run into Joel.”
“For them. That man is like a one-man assault team on two legs.” Colt rubbed a hand down his face. He looked tired. She felt tired. Marc looked anything but tired.
Mia swiveled her chair to face away from the men toward the back of the plane and let their voices drop into the background. The plane taxied for takeoff and within a few short moments the city below became nothing more than twinkling lights in a blanket of darkness.
She pulled her phone out of her sweats pocket and dialed her sister’s number from memory. The airplane leveled out just as the voicemail on her sister’s phone picked up. “Mí Amore Flowers. Leave a message and I’ll call you back shortly.”
Her heart shed a pound of worry just by the sound of her sister’s voice. The play on her name and their native language was her sister’s idea for the flower shop and every time she heard it, she smiled. Her father had called her mí amor . She nibbled on her lip and shoved thoughts of her papa back into the tightly closed box of memories it escaped from unbeckoned.
Her sister’s voice mail beeped. “¡ Hola!, chica , I’ll be out of town for a day or two. I’m heading to Puerto Vallarta on business. Nothing big, just a meeting with clients. The guys mentioned we’ll be staying at a place in the Mismaloya area a mile or so south of Vallarta. I lost my phone so you’ll have to call me on this borrowed number. I’ll call again when we land with more details. ¡ Te amo ! Chao. ”
She pressed the red button to end the call. God, what was she thinking? She’d just lied to her sister. But what good would it do to worry her? She pulled a lock of hair between her fingers and tucked her other hand around her waist. She would call her back when there was more information.
Mia closed her eyes and sank back in the leather seat. The adventures of the day washed over her. She rolled her eyes at her own sardonic thoughts. Ha! Adventures.
Her stomach growled, but a double shot of tequila would settle better than a plate of food right now.
She took a deep breath and let it all go. Since she didn’t notice a bar on the way in, she accepted what there was—Marc and Colt.
Their deep voices carried on in the background and she let the warm sound caress along her frayed nerves.
Someone’s phone binged with an incoming message. Mia shoved away the pull of sleep lulling her and slowly turned back around to face them.
Colt looked between the two of them. “IT has checked over your phone. They pulled nothing on the hang-up calls you received last night, but they did track down the server the pictures were sent from. They’re digging deeper to verify if it’s legit or a decoy server. They’ll get back to us on it.”
Mia dragged her attention away from Colt when her phone vibrated in her hands. Her sister must have gotten her message. She flicked it on and caught an image loading on the small screen. Unlike her smartphone, this one she had to scroll to see the entire picture.
Her heart sank to her feet and she had to wrangle her stomach back into place.
Not again. Por favor, Dios . She stared at herself sandwiched between Marc and Colt boarding their corporate plane. She quickly scrolled to the end and read the large bold words at the bottom of the message.
NO ONE CAN PROTECT YOU
She turned to Colt then Marc, holding up the phone for them. Their mouths set in grim, flat lines. The creases around their eyes deepened and anger rolled off them in violent waves that sucked the air out of the cabin in mere seconds.
Their emotions jacked up her tension and she struggled to calm down and take a couple of deep breaths. Her chest rose and fell sharply but nothing she did to slow her breathing helped. Her head began to spin and silver spots danced in her vision.
A firm hand grasped the back of her neck and shoved her head between her knees.
“Breathe, Mia. Once through your nose, then out
“It’s a miracle they didn’t run into Joel.”
“For them. That man is like a one-man assault team on two legs.” Colt rubbed a hand down his face. He looked tired. She felt tired. Marc looked anything but tired.
Mia swiveled her chair to face away from the men toward the back of the plane and let their voices drop into the background. The plane taxied for takeoff and within a few short moments the city below became nothing more than twinkling lights in a blanket of darkness.
She pulled her phone out of her sweats pocket and dialed her sister’s number from memory. The airplane leveled out just as the voicemail on her sister’s phone picked up. “Mí Amore Flowers. Leave a message and I’ll call you back shortly.”
Her heart shed a pound of worry just by the sound of her sister’s voice. The play on her name and their native language was her sister’s idea for the flower shop and every time she heard it, she smiled. Her father had called her mí amor . She nibbled on her lip and shoved thoughts of her papa back into the tightly closed box of memories it escaped from unbeckoned.
Her sister’s voice mail beeped. “¡ Hola!, chica , I’ll be out of town for a day or two. I’m heading to Puerto Vallarta on business. Nothing big, just a meeting with clients. The guys mentioned we’ll be staying at a place in the Mismaloya area a mile or so south of Vallarta. I lost my phone so you’ll have to call me on this borrowed number. I’ll call again when we land with more details. ¡ Te amo ! Chao. ”
She pressed the red button to end the call. God, what was she thinking? She’d just lied to her sister. But what good would it do to worry her? She pulled a lock of hair between her fingers and tucked her other hand around her waist. She would call her back when there was more information.
Mia closed her eyes and sank back in the leather seat. The adventures of the day washed over her. She rolled her eyes at her own sardonic thoughts. Ha! Adventures.
Her stomach growled, but a double shot of tequila would settle better than a plate of food right now.
She took a deep breath and let it all go. Since she didn’t notice a bar on the way in, she accepted what there was—Marc and Colt.
Their deep voices carried on in the background and she let the warm sound caress along her frayed nerves.
Someone’s phone binged with an incoming message. Mia shoved away the pull of sleep lulling her and slowly turned back around to face them.
Colt looked between the two of them. “IT has checked over your phone. They pulled nothing on the hang-up calls you received last night, but they did track down the server the pictures were sent from. They’re digging deeper to verify if it’s legit or a decoy server. They’ll get back to us on it.”
Mia dragged her attention away from Colt when her phone vibrated in her hands. Her sister must have gotten her message. She flicked it on and caught an image loading on the small screen. Unlike her smartphone, this one she had to scroll to see the entire picture.
Her heart sank to her feet and she had to wrangle her stomach back into place.
Not again. Por favor, Dios . She stared at herself sandwiched between Marc and Colt boarding their corporate plane. She quickly scrolled to the end and read the large bold words at the bottom of the message.
NO ONE CAN PROTECT YOU
She turned to Colt then Marc, holding up the phone for them. Their mouths set in grim, flat lines. The creases around their eyes deepened and anger rolled off them in violent waves that sucked the air out of the cabin in mere seconds.
Their emotions jacked up her tension and she struggled to calm down and take a couple of deep breaths. Her chest rose and fell sharply but nothing she did to slow her breathing helped. Her head began to spin and silver spots danced in her vision.
A firm hand grasped the back of her neck and shoved her head between her knees.
“Breathe, Mia. Once through your nose, then out
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