It took all he had not to kick Rio’s ass, even if it damn near killed him in the process. And Rio knew it pissed him off because he was watching Garrett with those dark eyes, studying every reaction and only convincing himself that he was all the more right. Well, maybe he was. He’d probably be preaching the same sermon to one of his team members if they were in the same position.
“I really don’t give a shit about the mission right now,” Garrett said in as controlled a voice as possible. “What I care about is keeping her safe, and don’t feed me that bullshit about how any of you can keep her safe. Okay, I get that. I don’t doubt your abilities. I trust you with my life. But I’m not trusting anyone but myself with hers. You said I’ve made it personal. You’re damn right I have. She’s mine.”
“Well fuck, Garrett,” Rio swore. “You’ve got yourself a hell of a problem then. Resnick’s going to be breathing down our necks wanting to know where Sarah is—”
“Another reason for me not to show up in some damn hospital.”
“There’s also the fact that Lattimer will be looking for his sister and the fact that you’re lying to her about who you are. You need to figure out what’s more important to you, man. Nailing Lattimer or having Sarah. Because something tells me you won’t get both.”
“Look, I really don’t want to get into this with you. Find me a damn clinic or fly me to Marin and let her check me over. Sarah goes where I go. End of story. This is my mission and I’ll fucking figure out what the hell I’m going to do. But for God’s sake, can we get the fuck out of Mexico?”
“You’re the boss,” Rio drawled. “I’ve got a chopper waiting about thirty miles south of here. We’ll ditch the rides and hop the border into Corazol. I have a contact there who can help us get medical care for you. On the way I’ll have to try to make contact with Van because they’ll all be coming in hot.”
“And I need to call home,” Garrett said quietly. He could only imagine how his mom and sisters-in-law felt. Ethan and Sam both would have gone. He knew because in their shoes he’d do the same for his brothers. Rachel was probably taking it especially hard. They tried to arrange it so that both he and Ethan were never gone at the same time.
“Need help?” Rio asked. He signaled his remaining men. “Let’s make tracks.”
Garrett took an experimental step forward and then another. Rio kept pace beside him and opened the back to lay the third-row seat down. He tossed the equipment to one of his other men, who transferred it to the other vehicle. Soon, Rio had a large enough space for Garrett to crawl in and lie down.
Sarah turned in her seat and watched as Garrett inched his way forward. By the time he was in, sweat beaded his forehead and he felt like he was going to puke his guts up.
“Do you have water?” Sarah asked softly, looking at Rio who was still standing behind Garrett. “Neither of us has had anything to eat or drink.”
“Of course,” Rio said. “I’ll have Terrence dig some out of his pack while I get us on the road. Okay, doll?”
She nodded. “Thank you.”
“You all set, man?” Rio asked.
“Yeah,” Garrett said. “Get us on the road and get me a damn sat phone.”
CHAPTER 29
SARAH leaned her head back against the rest and closed her eyes. She was tired to her bones and worry for Garrett beat at her brain. Rio had pissed Garrett off by injecting him with a painkiller when he wasn’t looking, but Sarah was glad he did it. The roads were terrible and lying in the back and being jarred by every bump and pothole would have been excruciating.
At least now he had fallen into a drug-induced sleep. She looked over her shoulder every few minutes, checking his expression for any sign of discomfort. There was no tension in his face and he looked at peace.
Beside her, Rio sat, his gaze constantly darting right and left and like her, over his shoulder to check on Garrett at intervals. Terrence drove, and another team member whom she’d heard referred to as Decker rode shotgun. Literally.
Alton and Browning followed in the other SUV.
“Where are we going?” she asked in a low voice.
Rio’s gaze settled on her, and she regretted drawing his attention. She wanted to die over the fact that she’d darn near undressed in front of him. He’d certainly gotten an eyeful of her cleavage.
“Corozal.”
“Belize?”
He nodded. “We’re not too far from the border. Couple hours even on shitty roads. I want Garrett to see a doctor there.”
“His family will be there.”
It wasn’t really a question since she’d heard Rio conversing with one of Garrett’s brothers earlier. But it was a way to seek information because she was as nervous as hell at the idea of meeting his family.
“Oh, definitely,” Rio said. “They’ll probably be there before we will. They were en route to Mexico and rerouted to Corozal after I let them know we’d gotten Garrett out.”
He continued to study her until embarrassment crowded in once more and she looked away.
“Sarah.”
Her gaze flickered back to him.
“That was a damn brave thing you did back there. I don’t think Garrett knows whether to turn you over his knee or kiss your feet. There should be no shame or embarrassment. You earned my respect today and my gratitude for taking such care of a man whose friendship I value and a man I’m extremely proud to work with.”
Her throat grew tight and her eyes itched fiercely. She wanted to wipe them but the gesture would betray how shaky her emotions were.
“I feel like an idiot now,” she muttered. “Garrett is probably furious. He made me promise several times not to draw attention to myself. He was so bent on protecting me. But I couldn’t do it,” she said painfully. “They’d already beaten him twice. I thought ... when I heard you, I knew I couldn’t allow them to hurt him again. If it meant sacrificing my ... body ... it was something I was willing to do.”
“Most people would never make that kind of sacrifice.”
“I showed you my breasts, for God’s sake,” she said in disgust.
He grinned, white teeth flashing. He was extraordinarily handsome and when he smiled, he transformed from dark warrior to someone with oodles of charm.
“And as a gentleman, I’ll not comment on how spectacular they were.”
She snorted and rolled her eyes, but she smiled, feeling a little lighter and less mortified than she had before.
“Thank you,” she said. “For coming. Garrett said you would, but there were times I wondered. It felt like we were there for a week.”
His expression grew serious. “We look after our own. No way we’d not come for him.”
“Loyalty like that is priceless.”
He nodded and then reached to the floorboard for one of the packs. “Are you still hungry? You didn’t eat much before. And are you sure you’re all right?”
She rubbed her forehead and then massaged the bridge of her nose between her fingers. “I’m okay. Just fried. I think if I ate anything else I’d be sick. My head is killing me.”
He frowned. “You should have told me. I can give you an injection.”
She shook her head. “No, I don’t want to be out of it. The idea kind of freaks me out right now. Just some ibuprofen would be wonderful. I think it’s just going to take a while for me to come down.”
He dug into his pack and shook out several pills into his hand. Then he uncapped a bottle of water and extended it to her. After she took it, he handed over the pills and she threw them back and swallowed them with a gulp of water.
“Will you check in with Marcus? He’ll be frantic that I haven’t checked in. I assume you would have already told him that we’re safe. I’d like to ... talk to him if possible,” she said.