Page 169 of Receiving His Mercy
“Shit. Fuck.” He sat on the bed and helped her sit up slowly. It hurt so bad but she held in her whimpers as he drew her close.
“I’m so sorry, baby. This should have been the first thing I did. This. And this.” Leaning back, he grasped hold of her chin and kissed her gently. “I love you so fucking much. And I am never letting you out of my sight again as long as I live.”
“Well, except to pee, right?” she said with a laugh that she instantly regretted.
The look he gave her told her that he didn’t find that funny.
Bloody hell. She might be in trouble here.
“I thought you had died. And I knew that if you were gone, so was I. Because I don’t want to live in a world without you. Which is why we’re getting married when we get home. We’re not waiting for a big wedding or anything else. Except for you to be well enough, of course. Vegas. Wed. Done.”
“And people say romance is dying,” she said dryly.
“I am not up to jokes, Caren.”
She winced. “Sorry. Could we maybe elope, then have a big wedding later?”
“You want this?”
“Well, not a really big wedding. Just with our close family and friends.”
“That’s acceptable. As long as you are mine for good before the week is done.”
She slowly reached up and cupped his cheek. “I’m already yours. Forever and ever.”
Travis closed his eyes. Then, as he helped her drink, he told her everything, including the role Isabel had to play which made her sad. She’d liked the younger woman. How could she do that to her? And why?
He also told her that Miranda and Charles were here and needed to speak to her.
Bollocks.
“I have to tell you everything now,” she told him after he finished. “Because I don’t think we should tell the FBI or Interpol and I need your advice.”
“All right,” he said. “Tell me.”
She told him everything up to where the General left her in that room. When she’d thought it was all over and he was going to have her killed.
Getting up, Travis started to pace. “Fuck. Fuck. How did you escape then?”
“After the General left some time passed. I don’t know how much time, I was too busy freaking out. Then a different guy walked in. He was quiet and he didn’t say anything to me. But he drew out this needle. I tried to scream, but he muffled it and injected my neck. I thought the General had ordered him to kill me. But when I came to, Tyler was shaking me awake and we were in the middle of the forest. He said the same thing had happened to him. Someone drugged him and dumped him with me.”
“The General?” he asked.
“That’s the only person it could be. He must have decided that he didn’t want to kill us. I don’t know why. We just got up and moved as quickly as we could away from the compound. Then the explosions started and Gray found us. I think I must have passed out because that’s all I can remember before waking up here.”
“You did. Fuck. You can’t tell anyone about the General.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” If she did and the General found out . . . he might not be so forgiving next time. “But what do I say?”
“Just leave that part out entirely. They’ll never know and Tyler never saw him so his statement won’t incriminate you. Can you do that, baby?”
“I can do anything as long as I’m with you.”
There waspure frustration on the agents’ faces.
“So you didn’t see the General?” Miranda asked.
“No,” she lied.
