Page 30 of Her Captivated Hero

“We need to cross this bridge.” He pointed to King Fahd Causeway.

He looked at his men. They all had their game faces on.

“Do we have a plan?” Aiden finally asked.

“The commander master chief at NSA Bahrain got his trident twenty-five years ago.”

“He must be ancient,” Wyatt mumbled.

“For God’s sake Leeds, thank fuck you’re not going with us. You’d get your ass kicked for sure.” Dex shook his head.

“As I was saying, our brother SEAL, Command Master Chief Baker is working on a plan to get us over to Al Khobar. Meanwhile, the diplomatic corps in Saudi Arabia is doing their best to determine if the women are still being held at the Al Khobar Beach Resort, or if they’ve been moved.”

“What is the status on the boys, are they going to live?” Aiden asked.

It was a damn good question. If they died, there was a good chance that they would stop questioning the women and would kill them instead.

“According to Langley, there has been improvement every day, and the fact that their father is regaining consciousness was a great sign for the boys,” Wyatt answered.

“Our transport will be taking off in forty-five minutes. I know you brought your go-bags. Make your phone calls, stock up on gear, and have your asses on the plane in forty.”

Gray watched as each man left.

Of course Aiden stayed behind.

“Shouldn’t you be calling Evie?” Gray asked.

“Already did,” Aiden said.

“What are you? Psychic?” He was only partially kidding. When it came to his wife, Aiden was eerily connected to her.

Aiden rested against the desk where the projector sat. They looked at each other in the dim room.

Aiden arched his eyebrow. “Are you calling Riya?”

“Why would I do that?”

“It goes like this,” Aiden enunciated slowly. “When a boy starts dating a girl, sometimes he has to leave town. When that happens, he does not leave the girl hanging so that she imagines he has lost interest, or God forbid, he has started dating someone else.”

“Or that he is an asshole who has blown her off.” Gray said sarcastically.

Gray hid a grin as Aiden winced.

“Yeah, definitely don’t follow in my footsteps. I was a total fuck-up,” Aiden admitted. “There’s one other reason you need to call Riya.”

“Do tell.” Gray crossed his arms over his chest.

“I hate it when we don’t have total control over a mission. We’re having to depend too much on the higher-ups in Bahrain. I don’t want your focus split.”

Most of the time Gray forgot that Aiden was a year older than him, and that he had lived a much harder life. It was at times like these that it shone through. It was the reason he had made him his second-in-command.

“Is there anything else, Mom?” Gray asked.

“Nope, that’s it.”

“Then gather your shit together, and get to the plane. I have a call to make.” Gray pulled out his cell phone and watched Aiden walk out of the briefing room.

He smiled as he got ready to press Riya’s number. He even had her picture next to it.