Page 24 of Her Loving Hero

“Nope, during my interview I said I, you, moved back two months ago. So, I’m going to be the interpreter. Isn’t that killer? I’m positive this has to be about the problems with Yemen. This is a big party on the yacht, everybody’s going to be there.”

Emily felt her blood pressure shooting through the roof. “I don’t get it, why didn’t you tell Dad. He’d understand, especially if someone was almost killed.”

“No!” Carly shouted. “We have everything planned out. You’ll ruin it. Chris, Petra and Mercedes got jobs working with the caterers, it was easy. The restaurant loved the idea of having multi-lingual waitstaff. This isn’t that big of a deal, what could go wrong? It’s just five hours or so.”

Emily had to find a way to stop her sister from doing something really dangerous. According to Wyatt, this thing with her computer dying and the chat room was really, really bad. He’d looked kind of panicked, and he was a SEAL.

Emily rubbed her head, trying to come up with something, that would dissuade her.

“Carly, you watched too many episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. You and your merry band of teenagers are not going to take down a terrorist cell.”

“Emily, I talked to you because I thought you would understand. I’m not stupid, and neither are my friends.”

She could hear the hurt and resentment in her sister’s voice. But stupid didn’t even come close to covering it.

Double Bloody Hell!

She muted the phone and let out a low shriek of frustration flavored with terror, then pressed the button so she could talk. “I didn’t say you were stupid.”

Thought it, didn’t say it.

Emily blew out her breath. She had to get a grip on this conversation. She wished that Wyatt was here. Her eyes lit up.

“You’re right Carly, you have to help make a difference.”

“Do you mean that?”

Emily infused warmth into her tone. “Absolutely. As a matter of fact, I might be able to get one of my old friends in Oman to come up with even more information. He’s really smart. Do you want me to check into?”

“Really. Do you mean that?”

Emily heard the excitement and relief in her sister’s voice.

“I really do.”

“Let me talk to the team.”

Oh God, she called them a team.

“You do that. In the meantime, I’ll see if I can set up a conference call.”

“Do you think you could get him on the phone today. The party is Saturday night, we don’t have much time.”

Triple bloody hell!

“Sure.” Emily crossed her fingers.

“I’ll talk to Chris, Petra and Mercedes. Thanks, Big Sis, you’re the best.”

Carly hung up and Emily literally banged her head against her desk three times. Please say that Wyatt would know what to do.