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Authors: Lorhainne Eckhart
Tags: Fiction, General, Romance, Contemporary, Military, Man-Woman Relationships, Love Stories, kidnap, navy, Ship Captains
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hands in front of him and bent over the desk, aiming a warning glare at Joe, who immediately put the flat of his hands up. “Whoa. Whoa; I put an end to the rumors."
"What are you looking at?” Eric snapped as a stupid grin suddenly seeped across his friend's boyishly handsome face.
"I don't think I've ever seen you like this ... ever. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were in love with the girl."
The mask slipped on Eric's face for just a fraction of a second, just long enough to reveal his tender shaky feelings towards her.
"Oh shit, I'm right.” Slapping the flat of his hand against his head, Joe let out a hoot of laughter. “Shit, who would've ever thought?"
Irritated, Eric pushed away from the desk. “Get this straight. I'm not in love with the girl. I'm just concerned with her safety."
Suddenly he wasn't sure who he was trying to convince with the force of the words. Himself or Joe?
"Yeah, right, Eric. Come on. We've been friends long enough that I can read you pretty well. Just keep telling yourself you're not in love with her and just maybe you'll start believing it."
His scowl would have been enough to make any other man tread carefully, reconsider his words. Except this was Joe, who knew his eruption was a façade intended to protect buried wounds.
Turning the tables, Eric seized hold of the conversation and steered it back to the core of the issue, away from himself and his daunting feelings for Abby. “I think we should get Intel onto this Seyed Hossein. My gut tells me there is more to this guy, and situation, than we know about."
Sitting back down, he squeezed the back of his neck to alleviate the building tension in the muscles. He was unable to shake the nagging feeling that they were missing something about this illusive Seyed. That there was more to the guy and situation than what appeared. Something in his gut screamed that ignoring it would be a mistake they would deeply regret. He made a mental note to speak with Abby again; this time they would focus on Seyed. They were overlooking something, some minute, tiny detail that she omitted, or did not think was important.
It was the sudden jolt of Joe's next words that shook him from his thoughts. Silently cursing, he felt the words like a burr in his side: boat spotted .
"What was that?” With a spark of fierceness, he slammed his hands down on the desk while jerking forward.
"I said there are a number of boats, particularly fishing boats, sailboats, that have been reported as suspicious. Their activities are being monitored."
Eric was all ears; he sat up straight and gave Joe his undivided attention, waving with fierce impatience for him to get to the point.
"Apparently two nights ago a sailboat that was overdue at the Tali Marine Sports Club, on Kish Island, was returned under rather suspicious circumstances. The club manager, who was on duty at the time, filed a report of a missing dinghy. The lone occupant of the sailboat was noted as being disgruntled and uncooperative, saying the dinghy was lost at sea, and wouldn't elaborate on the details."
A burst of urgency pulsed as he sought to make harried sense of the information. Steepling his hands under his chin, he contemplated the situation. Eric frowned then glanced over at Joe. Stumbling across this information seemed too easy. When he caught the direction of his wayward thoughts, it all connected. Joe had some unusual contacts that were privy to all sorts of unusual information.
"The details are sketchy, but if my hunch is right, this could be our guy. I don't have to remind you that this information is unofficial and it came from a friend of mine at Intel."
Eric gave a chuckle of approval, before asking, “Did they get a description of the guy?"
"Not sure. More information is on the way, as we speak."
"So who exactly is this friend of yours?"
Joe's wide smile flashed a row of perfect white teeth. Eric remained silent just long enough to tread that fine line of
"What are you looking at?” Eric snapped as a stupid grin suddenly seeped across his friend's boyishly handsome face.
"I don't think I've ever seen you like this ... ever. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were in love with the girl."
The mask slipped on Eric's face for just a fraction of a second, just long enough to reveal his tender shaky feelings towards her.
"Oh shit, I'm right.” Slapping the flat of his hand against his head, Joe let out a hoot of laughter. “Shit, who would've ever thought?"
Irritated, Eric pushed away from the desk. “Get this straight. I'm not in love with the girl. I'm just concerned with her safety."
Suddenly he wasn't sure who he was trying to convince with the force of the words. Himself or Joe?
"Yeah, right, Eric. Come on. We've been friends long enough that I can read you pretty well. Just keep telling yourself you're not in love with her and just maybe you'll start believing it."
His scowl would have been enough to make any other man tread carefully, reconsider his words. Except this was Joe, who knew his eruption was a façade intended to protect buried wounds.
Turning the tables, Eric seized hold of the conversation and steered it back to the core of the issue, away from himself and his daunting feelings for Abby. “I think we should get Intel onto this Seyed Hossein. My gut tells me there is more to this guy, and situation, than we know about."
Sitting back down, he squeezed the back of his neck to alleviate the building tension in the muscles. He was unable to shake the nagging feeling that they were missing something about this illusive Seyed. That there was more to the guy and situation than what appeared. Something in his gut screamed that ignoring it would be a mistake they would deeply regret. He made a mental note to speak with Abby again; this time they would focus on Seyed. They were overlooking something, some minute, tiny detail that she omitted, or did not think was important.
It was the sudden jolt of Joe's next words that shook him from his thoughts. Silently cursing, he felt the words like a burr in his side: boat spotted .
"What was that?” With a spark of fierceness, he slammed his hands down on the desk while jerking forward.
"I said there are a number of boats, particularly fishing boats, sailboats, that have been reported as suspicious. Their activities are being monitored."
Eric was all ears; he sat up straight and gave Joe his undivided attention, waving with fierce impatience for him to get to the point.
"Apparently two nights ago a sailboat that was overdue at the Tali Marine Sports Club, on Kish Island, was returned under rather suspicious circumstances. The club manager, who was on duty at the time, filed a report of a missing dinghy. The lone occupant of the sailboat was noted as being disgruntled and uncooperative, saying the dinghy was lost at sea, and wouldn't elaborate on the details."
A burst of urgency pulsed as he sought to make harried sense of the information. Steepling his hands under his chin, he contemplated the situation. Eric frowned then glanced over at Joe. Stumbling across this information seemed too easy. When he caught the direction of his wayward thoughts, it all connected. Joe had some unusual contacts that were privy to all sorts of unusual information.
"The details are sketchy, but if my hunch is right, this could be our guy. I don't have to remind you that this information is unofficial and it came from a friend of mine at Intel."
Eric gave a chuckle of approval, before asking, “Did they get a description of the guy?"
"Not sure. More information is on the way, as we speak."
"So who exactly is this friend of yours?"
Joe's wide smile flashed a row of perfect white teeth. Eric remained silent just long enough to tread that fine line of
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