Of every question he’d posed to himself, that one haunted him most of all. Forget the fact that the chances of that were thin; there would be five skilled SEALs there after all.
Still, letting highly unlikely factors rule his mind would paralyze him eventually. Cause him to falsely believe that they were doomed no matter what they did. And he couldn’t let that happen.
A light rain sprinkled over the back patio, a sight that caused Jace to tighten his arms around Amy a bit more. He hadn’t known how to reply to her question about staying here in Colorado. The truth was, he didn’t want to pin Amy down to him, only to have her back out after today’s mission.
“It’s funny,” Amy said in a whisper, “but I’m actually kind of glad I get to be involved in something so big.”
Jace’s brow furrowed. “How do you mean?”
“I mean that, since I researched human trafficking and saw what was happening out there, I’ve been praying for anyone who’s fallen victim to it. Praying that someone could find them and help.” Her small shoulders shrugged within his embrace. “Now I get tobesomeone who helps fight against it. I like that.”
Jace gave her a squeeze and pulled in a warm, wonderful breath of her. “Thank you,” he whispered into her hair.
“For what?” she asked.
“For being so brave.” He could feel it in her, a shift taking place. It had gotten hold of Amy—the mindset that kicked in just before battle. The broader picture of what winning looked like, and what one was willing to risk to accomplish it. Seemed Amy Nelson had the heart of a warrior as well. He only hoped she wouldn’t get any ideas about taking more of a risk than necessary.
