stuff with Nesbitt and the councilman’s involvement in the death of Kyla’s father, and finally the way her best friend had kidnapped and nearly killed her and himself.
“Okay, back up,” Heather said, brow furrowing. “There are about a dozen parts of that story requiring more details. Like why you still go visit this Brad guy in a mental institution after he tried to kill you?”
Hayley picked up her glass of iced tea. “He’s my friend, and in a lot of ways, I blame myself for what happened to him. He lost part of himself when I got kidnapped in Nigeria and he never really recovered. I go to see him a couple of times a week so he knows I’ll never abandon him.”
Felicia couldn’t help but be impressed. She wasn’t sure she could be so understanding—or forgiving.
“Is he getting better?” Heather asked tentatively.
Hayley’s smile was a little sad. “Some days, like when he remembers who I am and what he did. He’s ashamed and embarrassed on those days, and when he’s like that, I can almost believe there’s a light at the end of the tunnel.”
The waiter brought their food then, interrupting the conversation, and after he left, they talked about Kyla’s mission to find the man who shot her father, a hired killer named Nestor Stavros.
“I want Nesbitt to go to jail,” Kyla said as she dumped ketchup on her plate. “But I’m not going to stop looking for the man who actually pulled the trigger until he’s in prison, too.”
Felicia dug into the grilled chicken she’d ordered. “That’s going to be hard to do on your own, isn’t it?”
“I’m helping her,” Hayley said. “The bigger problem will be convincing the cops to arrest the murdering son of a bitch after we find him.”
Felicia wanted to offer help if they needed it, but she didn’t have much experience with tracking down bad guys, much less what to do if they found him.
As they finished lunch, the conversation turned to Logan and where he and his Team might be.
“Chasen can never tell me where he’s going, but if you watch the news, you can probably figure it out,” Hayley said. “My guess is somewhere in West Africa, Afghanistan, or Syria. Those are the hotspots right now.”
Felicia frowned. “Doesn’t not knowing where Chasen is drive you crazy?”
“I’d be lying if I said it didn’t,” Hayley admitted. “But this is part of what I signed up for when I decided to be with a SEAL.”
Felicia stared into her glass of iced tea. “I didn’t intend to get emotionally involved with Logan. I invited him over for dinner because I wanted to thank him for what he did for Stef and me, and because I thought it would be fun. But before I knew it, he’d gotten under my skin.”
“Let me guess,” Hayley said. “You didn’t realize it until he left, right? That’s kind of how it seems to work.”
Felicia sighed. She wasn’t saying she loved Logan, but she couldn’t deny she definitely had a place in her heart for the sexy Navy SEAL who’d saved her life.
Beside her, Heather shook her head. “I think you two are crazy. I couldn’t date a guy who wasn’t around, especially a SEAL who’s deployed to dangerous places all the time. I need a man who’s going to be there for me when I need him, which would be frequently.”
“It’s all about the math I guess,” Hayley said with a smile. “For me, at least, the good outweighs the bad.”
The waiter interrupted them again, this time to bring the check. Hayley and Heather immediately started squabbling over the bill, each insisting on paying. While they did, Felicia thought about the conversation they’d had.
Did she truly want to get involved with a guy who’d be gone all the time? Hell, who was she kidding? She was already involved. Which begged the question, could she accept it and deal with it the way Hayley seemed to be able to? She wasn’t so sure she could, or even if she wanted to.
But the alternative meant walking away from Logan now before
“Okay, back up,” Heather said, brow furrowing. “There are about a dozen parts of that story requiring more details. Like why you still go visit this Brad guy in a mental institution after he tried to kill you?”
Hayley picked up her glass of iced tea. “He’s my friend, and in a lot of ways, I blame myself for what happened to him. He lost part of himself when I got kidnapped in Nigeria and he never really recovered. I go to see him a couple of times a week so he knows I’ll never abandon him.”
Felicia couldn’t help but be impressed. She wasn’t sure she could be so understanding—or forgiving.
“Is he getting better?” Heather asked tentatively.
Hayley’s smile was a little sad. “Some days, like when he remembers who I am and what he did. He’s ashamed and embarrassed on those days, and when he’s like that, I can almost believe there’s a light at the end of the tunnel.”
The waiter brought their food then, interrupting the conversation, and after he left, they talked about Kyla’s mission to find the man who shot her father, a hired killer named Nestor Stavros.
“I want Nesbitt to go to jail,” Kyla said as she dumped ketchup on her plate. “But I’m not going to stop looking for the man who actually pulled the trigger until he’s in prison, too.”
Felicia dug into the grilled chicken she’d ordered. “That’s going to be hard to do on your own, isn’t it?”
“I’m helping her,” Hayley said. “The bigger problem will be convincing the cops to arrest the murdering son of a bitch after we find him.”
Felicia wanted to offer help if they needed it, but she didn’t have much experience with tracking down bad guys, much less what to do if they found him.
As they finished lunch, the conversation turned to Logan and where he and his Team might be.
“Chasen can never tell me where he’s going, but if you watch the news, you can probably figure it out,” Hayley said. “My guess is somewhere in West Africa, Afghanistan, or Syria. Those are the hotspots right now.”
Felicia frowned. “Doesn’t not knowing where Chasen is drive you crazy?”
“I’d be lying if I said it didn’t,” Hayley admitted. “But this is part of what I signed up for when I decided to be with a SEAL.”
Felicia stared into her glass of iced tea. “I didn’t intend to get emotionally involved with Logan. I invited him over for dinner because I wanted to thank him for what he did for Stef and me, and because I thought it would be fun. But before I knew it, he’d gotten under my skin.”
“Let me guess,” Hayley said. “You didn’t realize it until he left, right? That’s kind of how it seems to work.”
Felicia sighed. She wasn’t saying she loved Logan, but she couldn’t deny she definitely had a place in her heart for the sexy Navy SEAL who’d saved her life.
Beside her, Heather shook her head. “I think you two are crazy. I couldn’t date a guy who wasn’t around, especially a SEAL who’s deployed to dangerous places all the time. I need a man who’s going to be there for me when I need him, which would be frequently.”
“It’s all about the math I guess,” Hayley said with a smile. “For me, at least, the good outweighs the bad.”
The waiter interrupted them again, this time to bring the check. Hayley and Heather immediately started squabbling over the bill, each insisting on paying. While they did, Felicia thought about the conversation they’d had.
Did she truly want to get involved with a guy who’d be gone all the time? Hell, who was she kidding? She was already involved. Which begged the question, could she accept it and deal with it the way Hayley seemed to be able to? She wasn’t so sure she could, or even if she wanted to.
But the alternative meant walking away from Logan now before
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