“Yes.”
I went to disconnect. My finger hovered over the button.
“Wait,” barked Roman. “One last thing.”
I listened because there wasn’t enough time to talk.
“Donovan’s got a message he intends to deliver. Directly to Jameson.”
Something twisted in my gut. “Ripley?”
“Yes.”
“You sure you want to do that?” I warned. “Ripley’s not one for—”
“Adam,” said Roman coldly. “Brayden.”
“What?”
There was a reluctant pause. And then:
“Natalie.”
Click.
The line went dead. A series of repeated beeps told me the connection had been severed.
I stood there confused, my tired brain working to process everything Roman had said. Did he know where we were? He hadn’t even asked. And what was the message for Ripley about?
Whatever it was, I knew one thing for sure:
Ripley wasn’t going to like it.
Walking back through the kitchen, I set the satellite phone down on the counter. I could wake up the others. Tell them everything, so we could discuss our next move. The only problem was, they’d look to me. And right now, I had no idea what our next move would be.
Or I could go back to bed, strip down, and slip in behind Peyton. I could wrap my arms around her, letting my mind do its thing until I knew what to do.
As far as decisions went, this was an easy one.
I headed straight back to bed.
