“Thank you,” she somehow managed to whisper back. “That’s…really sweet of you to say.”
The sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me, actually.
“They’re not just words, Evie.” Beckett gave a curt shake of his head. “I wouldn’t insult you by blowin’ smoke up your ass.”
For some reason, that made her smile. “I appreciate that.” She reflexively leaned into his touch.
Evie was surprised by how natural the intimate moment felt, given they’d only just met. Yet, somehow, being with him like this—him invading her personal space while cupping her cheek in such a warm, caring way—simply felt…
Right.
“Thanks for getting me and the girls out of that place,” she offered for what felt like the millionth time. “If you and your team hadn’t shown up when you did…” Her voice cracked with an unexpected jolt of emotion, preventing the formation of the remainder of what she’d been trying to say.
But Beckett understood, regardless. Like everything else with this man, he seemed to know exactly what she was thinking…and what she’d been feeling.
“You never have to thank me for that,” he nearly growled. “I’m just sorry we couldn’t get to you sooner.”
“You got there.” Her lids fluttered against a well of unshed tears as he began feathering his thumb across her uninjured cheek. “That’s all that matters.”
She looked up at him. He stared down at her. His heated gaze fell to her slightly parted lips as he leaned in closer. And then?—
The door behind him opened wide as Petty Officer Billings entered the room with purpose. “Okay, Miss Mitchell. I have your discharge papers ready, and you’re free to…oh! I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize you still had company. I can come back if I’m interrupting.”
Yes, please! Come back later. Much, much later.
But even as the thought crossed through Evie’s mind, Beckett had already dropped his hand and was taking a giant step back.
“I-It’s okay.” She rushed to be the one to say it. “We were just?—”
“Talking,” Beckett finished for her.
Talking. Right. Nothing more…nothing less.
“Yeah. Beckett and his team were the ones who rescued me and my students,” Evie explained needlessly. “He just came by to see how I was doing.”
“That’s very nice of you.” Billings approached Beckett with a smile and an outstretched hand. “I’d like to extend my thanks for what you and your team did, as well. Doing this job…I’ve seen far too many situations like these end in tragedy. And with the military spread as thin as it is these days…let’s just say, they need all the help they can get.”
“Happy to help.” Beckett shook the other woman’s hand.
“Did I hear you’re a Marine?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Well, thank you for your years of service.”
“Likewise.” He dipped his chin with a polite smile.
Evie’s gaze dropped to their joined hands, and there was no denying the jealousy seeping into her veins. It was so stupid. Asinine, really. She held no claim on Beckett. They’d known each other what…like half a day’s time?
But there was no mistaking the relief she felt the second Beckett released his grip and let his hand drop back to his side.
You’re the one who needs to get a grip, girlie. It’s not like you’re ever going to see him after this.
The silent point was driven home when Beckett reached into his back pocket and pulled out what appeared to be a business card.
“My team’s been called out to another job.” He started back toward her. “I was hoping we’d be able to fly you home ourselves, but unfortunately, we have to leave.” He glanced down at his watch and cursed under his breath. “Actually, I’m late to catch the chopper. But here.” Beckett handed her the card. Glancing back at Billings, he dropped his voice, presumably to avoid being overheard. “My personal cell is on theback. You need anything…even if it’s just to talk…feel free to text or call it anytime. If I’m available, I’ll respond or pick up. If not, I’ll get back with you as soon as I can.”
Evie took the card, doing her best not to react when their fingertips brushed against one another’s. “Thank you,” she offered softly, never planning to call.