Page 189 of Master of My Life

use of anything The Brotherhood owned if he needed it. Why waste money he didn’t need to spend?

Still, this jet was very nice.

Sydney sat on the other side of the aisle across from Dale, a burly man in his early 40s. They’d

been arguing good-naturedly about the superiority of their preferred weapon for the last half hour.

Chase closed his eyes, wishing he were crawling into bed with Sabrina back home in Boston

instead of flying forty-thousand feet over New York City.

Sydney had been vague on the details of the job, but that wasn’t unusual for her. She’d always

held information close to the vest until the “proper time,” as she liked to call it. Sydney had insisted

his presence was vital, that she needed the extra man on the team. But her team was as good as his

own, with ex-military intelligence, and Sydney herself was as good a shot as he was. What else did

she need?

Sabrina stared at the big, empty bed. She was used to sleeping alone, or at least that’s what she told

herself. But this past month, sleeping at Chase’s side had been wonderful. No nightmares or waking in

the morning afraid of what she couldn’t remember.

Peace.

That’s what it was. Peace of mind, peace of body. Being with Chase made everything right in the

world.

“You okay?”

Sabrina turned to see Ethan peering into the bedroom from the hallway, a concerned expression on

his face.

She nodded. “It’s big without him.”

Ethan glanced at the bed and then stepped inside. “I’m downstairs if you need anything. Leave the

door open and I’ll come running if you call.”

“I know.” She was half tempted to ask Ethan to stay, but she knew better than to ask. She forced a

smile. “I’ll be okay.”

He pulled her into his arms. “Yes, you will. I’m watching over you as I always do.”

She smiled and leaned her head against his chest. Warm. Broad. Comforting.

He kissed the top of her head and then pulled away. “Call me if you need anything, okay?”

She nodded and watched him walk away.

Maybe a shower would help.

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