Page 43 of Her Last Hope
“Hear that?” he asked.
“I do,” she said, rolling to her side, propping herself up on elbow.
“I’m really sorry,” he said, staring into her deep eyes.
“It’s as much my fault as it is yours, but I think the timing is wrong to really worry.”
Thoughts of what could be filled his mind in a way that they shouldn’t. An image of her with a swollen belly, carrying life, crashed into his brain over and over.
Tears stung his eyes as a different picture filled his mind. He couldn’t go through the loss of another child.
“Wrong timing or not, you could be pregnant.”
“I know that wouldn’t be something you wanted, so whatever happens, I’ll take care of it.” She kissed his chest.
“What do you mean take care of it?” He bolted upright, groaning as he felt one of his stitches rip his skin. “If you’re pregnant, I should—”
She covered his mouth. “If I am, we’ll talk, but we won’t know for a while, and we have a bad guy to gocatch and a young girl to return home to her family, okay?”
He nodded, though this conversation was far from over. Craning his neck, he twisted his body, glancing at the gauze pad with a blood stain the size of a quarter. He frowned.
He wanted her.
And he’d want their baby, if she were pregnant.
They dressed quickly, then grabbed their gear and made their way out of the private quarters of the hangar and onto the runway in silence.
“What the hell kind of plane is that?” Leandra asked as they approached a four-seater plane that didn’t look like any other plane in the world with its long body, high wings, and aerodynamic shield that could only be designed by a man who could fly anything with wings and an engine.
Ramey stepped from the other side of the plane. “This is Roxi, and I designed and built her myself.”
“You didn’t have to come all the way from New Mexico for this.” Nick opened his arms for a brotherly hug which resulted in a groan as Ramey hit his wound.
“Shit. Sorry, bro. Forgot you were injured.” Ramey was known as the runt of the litter, topping out at just shy of six feet. “You must be the famous Leandra.” Ramey held his arms out. “We hug it out in this family.”
“Take your eyes and hands off her. See that mark?” Nick pointed to her neck. “That’s mine, so back the fuck up little brother.”
Ramey laughed, pulling Leandra in for a quick hug despite Nick’s threatening tone.
“Have you seen the mark she left onyourneck? Geez, Logan and Baby Dyl warned me the two of you were all hot and bothered.”
“Oh, my God.” Leandra said as she poked Ramey in the chest. “Can we get going now? I’ve got a job to do.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Ramey said. “Just got word that Logan and Dylan have eyes on the target.”
“Good,” Leandra said.
Nick tilted his head and watched as the hottest ass on the planet swayed with each step she took into the plane. He let out a long sigh.
“First Logan and Mia? Now you’ve gone and fallen head over heels for that one? This is really going to ruin my visit with Mom. She’ll for sure now have a date lined up for me with what she thinks is the perfect woman, and I’ll have to be all polite, but then when I never call the chick back, Mom will be tugging at my ear. Why’d you have to go fall in love?”
“Shut up.” Nick snagged the headset, smiling. He had it bad, and he was going to find a way to make Leandra see they were meant for each other. “Someday some chick is going to flatline you.”
9
The flight from Orlando to Miami left Leandra wanting to stick her head in a garbage can and heave. It seemed of all the Sarich brothers, Ramey had to be the biggest adrenaline junkie. While she was sure he was a capable pilot, he didn’t need to prove it by showing her what his homemade plane built from spare parts in his New Mexico garage could do.
Now sitting in the back of a helicopter, with Ramey again at the controls, her stomach turned and twisted.
