Chapter 23

Deke could have asked a lot of questions and probably would later, but the soldier in him responded to the urgency of Hunter’s tone. “Done. I’ll text you.”

“Sir, you have to turn off your phone.” The flight attendant hovering in the aisle scowled.

“Thanks, Deke.” He ended the call, moving restlessly in his seat, praying like hell that help wouldn’t be too late for Kata.

He’d known her less than twenty-four hours, and already she was perilously close to being the most important person in his life. He’d never sought love, but now that it was breathing down his neck, anyone who wanted to steal his possible happily-ever-after would have to pry it out of his cold, dead hands.

Despite the fact that it chafed him raw, Hunter powered the phone down and tucked it into his jeans pocket. He had no idea how he was going to survive this flight without losing his mind. Scrubbing a harsh hand down his face, he tried not to picture Kata hurt, bleeding, alone. Dying. Goddamn