“Very brief.”
“Who broke it off?” Jared asked.
She looked at him. “I did. Not that there was really anything to break off. We weren’t dating or anything.”
“Why did you break it off?” Jordan asked.
She shifted on the couch. This was stuff she talked to her girlfriends about, not souped-up, alpha-males who had more testosterone than a professional football team. She dropped her head onto the cushion and looked up at the ceiling. “Does it matter?”
“It might,” Jared said. His voice was a weird combination of soft and hard. As if he expected some cataclysmic event had led to her breaking things off with Bennedict.
She raised her head. They asked for it. “He had a small dick and sucked in bed.”
Colby started choking and almost fell of the stool. Jared ran a hand over his face, but she could tell he was doing it to hide his smile. She was afraid to look and see Jordan’s reaction.
“What are you going to do with all this information?”
“Well take care of it,” Cash said. “We don’t take well to people who take advantage of women.”
“Take care of it like, ‘make him sleep with the fishes’ take care of it?”
Cash grinned. “Who do you think we are?”
“Uh, the guys who invaded Mali, blew up a building, and rescued me.” She shook her head. It wasn’t out of the realm of possibilities that they’d kill Bennedict. It might make her bloodthirsty, but she wouldn’t mind seeing him bleed a little. Who the hell worked with terrorists and kidnapped doctors? It made her blood boil now that she thought about it.
“We’ll make sure the right people are made aware of what’s going on.” Jared stood. “We’re leaving tomorrow.”
Her brow furrowed. “I thought we were going to be here for a couple of weeks?”
“You and Jordan will be. We,” he indicated Colby and Cash, “are going home tomorrow. Someone from the embassy will be here sometime next week with your passports.”
“Really?” she asked. “How are you managing that?”
“I called in a favor,” Jared said.
“Jared has a lot of strings,” Jordan said.
“He’s a goddamn puppet master,” Cash said, earning a glare from Jared. “Am I wrong?”
“You’re not wrong,” Colby said. “Modern day Geppetto.”
Jared turned his glare to Colby. “Assholes.”
She smiled.
Jared came around the low table and held out a hand. Emme stood and took it. “Call the concierge if you need anything while you’re here. I know you want to be home, but it’s good to let things die down.”
She nodded. “I know. Thank you. For everything. For…you know.”
“It’s what we do. Take care of yourself.”
She nodded. If she said anything else, she’d probably lose it again. Colby and Cash said their goodbyes, pulling her in for a hug and telling her to take care.
Then they were gone. And she was alone. With Jordan.
