“Don’t you worry about them?” she asked.
“Nah,” he smirked. “They know what they’re getting into.”
“I don’t mean that. I don’t mean the training or anything. I mean, the danger. Don’t you worry about them going off on some mission and not returning home?”
“We always worry about that,” chimed Mitchell. “But you can’t allow yourself to be obsessed by the thoughts. You’ll be miserable. They’re young now but I guarantee when you see them after the academy, you’ll see that they are grown men.”
“If-if we have sons, will you encourage them to join the Navy?” she asked staring at Brooks. The entire table froze, waiting for his response.
“I will encourage them to follow their hearts. If they decide military service is what they want, I will support that. If they want to go to college, I will support that. If they want to sell ice-cream, I will support that.” Lennon laughed, shaking her head.
“No, you wouldn’t,” she giggled.
“I swear to you, I would. I love ice cream,” he smiled.
“And I love you,” she said kissing him sweetly. She finished her breakfast, kissed Brooks again and waved.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“To get ready for my husband at the end of the aisle.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Irene, Matthew and the other ghosts floated near the entrance of the chapel, smiling at the young couple standing before the priest. The Jordans, and their blonde heads, dotted the first few rows and Irene chuckled to herself.
“More babies to come, my love,” whispered Matthew.
“More babies that I get to see because of you,” she said kissing his cheek.
Even with all that was happening in Bolivia, the food and celebration lasted well into the night. This was what they wanted their children’s world to be like. Peaceful, loving, warm, and inviting. They wanted them to come home. They wanted them to nest near where they belonged. And most of all, they wanted them safe and hidden from the world they fought hard to protect.
Peace. Peace is what they were feeling right now.
But it would be short-lived.
“That’s her,” whispered Tobias. “Third table from the left in the back of the room. She’s got a hat covering her hair but that’s her.”
“We have to be sure,” said Jalen. “She just looks like the rest of the peasants and farmers around here to me. We need to be certain before we approach and give ourselves away.”
“How many peasants or farmers have a solid gold bracelet secured to their wrists with screws?” asked Rush looking at the designer bracelet worth thousands of dollars. It was probably the one piece of jewelry she couldn’t get off by herself.
Jalen looked back at the woman and nodded. She must have taken off her other jewelry or sold it. No doubt she would have had difficulty getting the bracelet off of her wrist.
“How do you want to handle this?” asked JT, staring at Jalen.
“She doesn’t appear to have anyone watching her or with her,” said Rush. “Maybe we can get her to speak with us, take her out of here before anyone recognizes her.”
“Do it fast. We think Bora and his men are headed toward the cantina,”said Tanner.
“Shit. I’ll go,” said Rush.
The others waited by the door, Tobias moving toward the back door behind the woman’s table and Rush.
“Don’t be frightened,” said Rush calmly staring at the woman. “I’m not here to harm you.”
“Who are you?” she asked anxiously.
“We’re friends I assure you, Mrs. Ruvienne.” She stilled, staring at the handsome young face. “We’re going to get you out of Bolivia and then help you to take your rightful place.”
