Troy held up his palms. “She did her job.”
“I will relay your statement to Martin. We understand Gwen’s role and yours?” He pressed his lips together.
“Yes.” He dropped his head, not entirely comfortable with the idea. He’d always be an operator and a protective man.He’d protect her until his death.
“Good, I will take care of the shooting inquiry, and the dog is en route to a necropsy,” Tate said. “I know how hard this is.”
Tuck walked down the aisle and joined them. “Tim did an excellent job. We bandaged the wound. I started her on Augmentin, a tetanus shot, a dose ofhuman rabies immune globulin andrabies vaccine. You can head to San Diego. Make sure she rests for the flight.”
“What about when we get to San Diego?” Troy asked.
“Eric will meet the flight with Julian. He and Tim will take care of what she needs,” Tuck advised.
Troy turned to Tate. “I’ll talk to you soon. Let me know what you find out about the dog.” He watched them leave.
His phone vibrated. “Bremen,” he answered.
“Hello, Greece.”
“Who is this?” Troy demanded. The hair on the back of his neck stood up.
“An old friend of Gwenny’s.”
“How’d you get this number?” he demanded.
“You met my puppy. That bite was meant for her throat.” The caller hung up.
Troy sighed. “Shit.”
Cold sweat dripped down his back. His shoulders tightened as he scanned the area. As soon as he was airborne, he’d notify DC and San Diego about the call. He’d also order a deep background check on Gwen.
The flight steward sealed the cabin. “Mr. Bremen, we will be taking off momentarily. Please take your seat and buckle your seatbelt.”
“What about Ms. North and Mr. Holland?”
“Secure, sir.”
Troy sat and buckled his seatbelt, then stretched his neck and leaned back. The jet rolled onto the runway, and they were airborne in minutes. As soon as the plane was level, he opened his belt and made it back to the bedroom with a deep need to check on Gwen. He decided until he knew more, he’d keep the call to himself.
“Hey, how are you doing?”
“Really, I’m fine,” she protested.
“Tim, head up front and get yourself a drink. I’ll call if there’s an issue.” Troy turned to Gwen. “Tuck and Tim gave you nasty antibiotics, dug in the wound and gave you a few shots. You’re not fine.”Someone threatened your life.
Gwen laughed. “I guess it’s my turn. What are we going to talk about?”
She’d spent hours distracting him, especially after his last surgery, when he was confined to bed, flat on his back for a week. “Okay, what’s the last book you read?”
She blushed. “Let’s say it wasn’t how to field strip and clean a rifle.”
Troy laughed. “Okay, I read the San Diego operations manual. What is your favorite flower?”
“Tulips. Yours?”
“Orchids. They need a soft touch.”Like you.
Stop this foolishness.
