Page 46 of In Bed with Mr. Wrong

“What’s the problem? That I gave you the option, or the fact that thereisan option?”

Anger broke through the calm she’d fought so hard to maintain ever since Ryan left. Her hand shook so much, hot tea splashed over her fingers. “I think you should leave.”

“I think that means we’re choosing option one, so here goes. You’re not weak, Bri—you never were—but you’re scared shitless and that’s going to make you miss the chance of a lifetime. I saw the way Ryan looked at you. He’s head-over-heels in love with you, and unless I miss my guess, you’re well on your way there, too.”

No. Absolutely not. “Get out.”

“I’m sorry to have to be the one to say it, but I love you too much to sit back and let you hide from happiness.” Avery’s voice never wavered as she stood and walked slowly toward the door leading into the main room of the library. “Maybe you need to sit down and think about the stakes. Because I’d commit bodily harm to have a chance at what you’re throwing away—a life with a loving partner. If you’re not willing to fight for your happiness, why should anyone else?”

“That’s not fair! There are other things to consider.”

“Maybe you’re right.” She paused at the door. “But I wouldn’t consider them for too long. Ryan’s hopping on a flight and shipping out to destination unknown tomorrow.”

“What? He’s deploying?” Bri ran after her and threw open the main door, but her friend was already walking down the sidewalk. Panicking, she raced back into the break room and scrambled for her phone. She dialed Drew’s number from memory and nearly sobbed with relief when he answered.

“Flannery.”

“When is Ryan flying overseas?”

For once, he didn’t make a smart-ass comment. “Tomorrow morning. He thinks he’ll be gone a few months, but it’s hard to tell since everything is all hush-hush.”

An unknown number of months in enemy territory where another pararescuer had already been hurt—or worse. What if something happened to him and she never said the words pushing so desperately at her lips? Bri was already grabbing her keys and shoving her feet into her boots when she said, “What airport is he flying out of? Or is he going directly from Moody Air Force Base?”

“Actually, no. He’s flying commercial to Germany departing out of Nashville. From there, I have no idea.”

Nashville. She glanced at the clock as she headed for the main doors. There was probably a flight that would get her to Atlanta tonight. If she rented a car, she could drive to Nashville and be there by morning. “Hold on a second.”

“Sure, I’ve got all day.”

Ignoring his sarcasm, she hurried to the nearest computer and brought up a search of flights leaving Williamsport. Sure enough, there was one heading to Atlanta in three hours. “I need a ride to the airport.”

…

Ryan dialed again, cursing when the call went straight to voice mail.

This is Brianne Nave. Please leave a message with your name and number and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible.

He’d already called her three times, so it was entirely possible she was ignoring him on purpose. Fuck. “Bri, it’s Ryan again. I’m leaving and… Shit, I don’t even know what to say. I never should have walked away from you with things like they were, and I’m sorry. I would have called before now, but things have been insane with us going wheels up. The truth is, I care about you more than I know how to say. I know that’s going to freak you out and I’m sorry for that, too, but it needs to be said. You brought something into my life I didn’t even know I was missing, and I’ll be damned before I let you go without a fight. I’m… I’m going to call you when I get to Frankfurt in roughly twenty hours. If you don’t answer or your phone’s shut off, then I’ll take a hint, but I really hope we have a chance…to talk.”

The phone beeped, cutting him off before he could embarrass himself anymore.

“Dude, put your phone away before you call that poor chick for the fourth time in three hours. You’re already bordering on stalker territory as it is.”

He turned with a sigh to Jackson. The PJ’s blond hair shone in the stark light of the airport as they strode through the terminal toward Concourse C. His eyes, however, were sympathetic. “There will be plenty of time to get it right, Flannery. She’d be a damn fool not to see what a catch you are.”

“Aw, Jacks, are you sweet on me?” The joking he usually found such joy in fell flat against the rock settling in his stomach. What if Bri finally answered and said she didn’t want anything to do with him? How the fuck was he supposed to go on with his life knowing what he was missing?

“As if you have to do is ask.” Jacks grinned. “So this girl stole your heart? She’s a fast worker.”

Thinking back to their first date, to the kiss that flamed out of control, he smiled. “You have no idea.”

“Yeah? Maybe someday I’ll meet a woman who blows me away like that.”

“If you’re lucky.” Or cursed. He wasn’t sure at this point.

“Uh, Flannery.” Jacks eyes went wide. “I don’t suppose she’s about yea tall”—he held up his hand at chest height—“with a penchant for skirts and sexy secretary glasses?”

He followed his friend’s gaze and stopped cold. Bri stood talking to a gate agent, her hands moving wildly, though he was too far away to hear her words. The gate agent shook his head, and she wilted for a second before throwing back her shoulders and marching to the next gate. “What the hell is she doing?”

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