Page 76 of The SEALs' Single Mom Baby Surprise

I hit up two air traffic controllers I know on the east and west coasts. They’ll keep an eye out for the missing plane.

The more people I talk to, the more frustrated I feel. We’ve found nothing. No phone to track, no traces of the plane, no movement among our usual surveillance.

I pace as I talk, walking into the warehouse to scream and punch a crate.

The boss ventures out to watch me, his arms crossed. It takes too long to calm my breath and meet his gaze.

“We’ll find her.” His no-nonsense tone has me pulling myself back together. “But not like this.”

Personal feelings get in the way of our job. I’ve trained myself not to get involved.

I’m crawling out of my damn skin, and it’s not helping Sloane at all.

“You done?” Cole’s measured gaze has me buckling in. I’m not. I need to get my hands on someone, and it’s not going to happen if I don’t get it together. So, I do.

“Not by a long shot.” I growl out the words.

“Then, come on.”

The phone calls, the data, it all blurs together until Hastings stands up, a phone to his ear. “Thank you, sir. Yes, I will. You, too.”

I’m on my feet, too, heart banging as adrenaline floods me.

“The plane’s been spotted over California, headed toward Catalina Island.”

One of the places we’ve suspected of being used as an illegal transportation hub but couldn’t prove, couldn’t find a legal reason to infiltrate.

Legal or not, we have a reason now. And I certainly won’t wait for the red tape to clear to go get her.

Cole is on the phone with one of our pilots, and Boone walks out, part relieved and part disgruntled.

“What do you need?”

“Gear,” I said.

He nods and waves me toward the warehouse. We go past the caged off weapons and secure ammo to a padlocked door that Sloane never ventured toward. I should have noticed it before.

Boone punches in a code and pushes open a steel door for me to walk through.

I laugh incredulously. Everything we could need is stowed away here.

“For emergencies.”

“Good thing Kingswell and his goons didn’t know about this.”

Boone’s frown deepens, the red returning to his neck and cheeks. “He’s a good kid. Someone has to be pulling his strings.”

“That may be, but it doesn’t excuse treason.”

The despair on his face has me patting his shoulder. “I’ll try to reserve judgment until we uncover the complete truth, but…” I take a deep breath and meet his eyes. “Sloane.”

“Yeah. Grab what you need, mark it down, and go get her back. Them both, if you can.”

Right. Both. I have to stop thinking like an enraged boyfriend and start thinking like a SEAL.

Shaking myself mentally, I swing my attention back to packing gear for climbing, the water, lightweight armor, camouflage, nav and comms, a fucking small thermal camera…

Why is all of this here? Did Boone get approval for this?

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