A Beautiful Lie (7 page)

"In front of all of you is the dossier for this assignment.  McCarthy will be the Officer in Charge as soon as you land on Dominican soil.  He and his partner will be posing as a reporter slash photographer in order to gain access into the President's home.  The rest of you will be there under the guise of a camera crew for Fox News,” Risner explained as he pulled his six foot, five inch frame out of his seat and walked over to the computer Smart Board hanging on the south east wall of the room.  “Your passports and press clearances will be waiting for you on the plane along with your background information. I want weekly status reports on my desk every Friday.  McCarthy will have all of the information in his packet to access a secure internet and telephone line that cannot be traced.” 

Risner pulled a remote out of the pocket of his freshly creased khaki Service pants, aimed it at the Smart Board, and within seconds they were all looking at a map of the Dominican. 

“A lot of things went wrong when Roberts was there.  He was sent to the Dominican for a simple reconnaissance mission to gather intel on the President at the request of the Commander in Chief.  All of the information he gathered has disappeared, and no one in the Dominican will cooperate with us.  Roberts was a last minute replacement a few weeks into the mission when one of the men over there was injured and sent back home.  He should have met with the team already in place in the Dominican as soon as he touched down.  He never made contact with them, and we need to find out why.  We need to clean up this mess and get answers before this gets out to too many people.  We don't need any more negative press on the military right now."

Garrett took the pause in Captain Risner’s speech to ask the question that had been on his mind since the phone call last night.

"Sir, if I may interrupt.  Who will the female be working with us in Hansen’s place?”

Garrett heard the door open and close behind him but kept his attention on his CO, awaiting his response.

"Actually, McCarthy, she just walked in.  I believe you are all acquainted with Annabelle Parker, are you not?"

Parker had to swallow several times as she stood by the door behind the four men in an effort to keep from throwing up.  The cat was out of the bag now, and she couldn't take back her decision.

As soon as Captain Risner, Milo's old commanding officer, said her name, all of their heads whipped around to look at her.  She avoided the cold stare of Garrett’s eyes and instead concentrated on the three men that were shocked but otherwise happy to see her.

She knew Austin Conrad, Cole Vargas, and Brady Marshall from a few of the military functions she’d attended with Milo.  They were all good men, and she knew Garrett thought highly of them.

They each smiled when they saw her, and Parker had no choice but to finally make eye contact with Garrett.

He looked murderously at her, and she had to force herself to put her chin up and remain strong.  She knew he would be pissed; she planned on it, prepared herself for it.  Every action she took last night after walking away from him couldn’t have had any other consequence but this.

Parker had made the decision to go over Garrett's head and call Captain Risner last night, but he was already planning on giving her a call, much to her surprise.  He knew what she did for a living, purely by accident, when they ran into one another last year at a meeting with her boss.  He told her over the phone last night that her name immediately came to mind when he found out about the injured photographer, but he was worried she might be too close to the mission considering her relationship with Milo.  After a call to her boss and her boss’ boss, each of them raving about her capabilities to compartmentalize and focus to get any job done, Captain Risner made his decision.

The three men said hello and welcomed her to the team, not trying to hide their confusion as to why she was there while Garrett just sat in his seat and fumed.  His arms rested on top of the conference room table and shook with unconcealed fury as he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

"Permission to speak freely, sir?" Garrett asked, his eyes still boring holes into Parker's face.

"Of course, McCarthy."

Garrett finally looked away, stood up, and slammed his hands down on the table in front of him, papers flying and pens scattering with the force of his anger.  His nostrils flared like a bull preparing to charge as he took deep, rapid breaths through his nose and his usually bright blue eyes darkened and narrowed with rage.

"What the fuck is she doing here?  There is no way in hell she is going anywhere near the Dominican with us.  She's going to get herself, and us, killed with her stupid ass need to be included."

"Garrett, man, chill out," Brady quietly warned him.

Garrett ignored the warning, too pissed off to listen to anyone at this point.

"I don't give a fuck what kind of bullshit she fed you, but there is no way she is qualified to do something like this without putting us all in danger.  The only reason she’s doing this is to piss me off because I didn’t gossip with her like a girl at a slumber party."

Parker was just about ready to tell Garrett where he could shove his opinion of her when Captain Risner spoke up.

"Sit your ass down, McCarthy," he told Garrett with a stern glare.

Risneralways had a soft spot for Garrett ever since the day he first met him as a recruit in BUD/S, a six month SEAL training course
held at the Naval Special Warfare Training Center in Coronado, CA.  The boy was fiercely loyal, a damn fine soldier, and he knew that first day Garrett would prove to be an amazing leader.  Garrett had yet to let him down.  Until now.  He had never seen Garrett like this, and he didn’t like it one bit.  The look of horror on Ms. Parker’s face as she witnessed his outburst was enough to tell him Garrett was letting his personal life interfere with a mission.  He wouldn’t stand for it.  Not when so many lives were at stake. 

"Now, I am well aware this comes as a shock to you, but I will not have you questioning my decisions regarding this matter.  There is information regarding the nature of Ms. Parker’s background that no one in her personal life was permitted to know for security reasons.”

Parker closed her eyes and hung her head at Risner’s words. The fear of what Garrett would think of her when he finally learned about all of the lies she’d kept from him tore her heart in two.

“Unfortunately, her business and personal life are crashing together like a freight train with this mission.  Annabelle is more qualified to handle this job than all of you assholes put together. I have complete confidence in her abilities and would trust her with my own life. If you so much as think about undermining my decision on this, I will throw your ass off of this mission so fast your head will spin."

Captain Risner stood up, not giving Garrett the chance to speak another word.

"Your flight leaves in one hour.  You are dismissed."

Parker finally let out the breath she’d been holding while Garrett got his ass handed to him.  She wanted to feel bad for him, but she couldn’t.  He pissed her off last night and insulted her yet again. Just the idea she would do something like this to get back at him made her want to punch his beautiful face for being so dense. 

Parker stood off to the side so she could say hello to each of the men she hadn't seen since Milo's funeral and would now be her teammates.  She also wanted to have a few minutes alone with Garrett so she could give him a piece of her mind before they got on the plane. 

Garrett had other ideas though.

As soon as the Captain dismissed everyone, he bolted out of his chair and breezed right by Parker, not even turning his head in her direction.  He wanted to know what the hell she had been thinking, but he didn’t even want to look at her he was so pissed.  Garrett had spent the last eight years making sure Parker was safe, well cared for, and happy.  Having her on this mission was going to ruin all of that.  She would be putting herself right in the middle of the danger zone, and unless he wanted to be forcibly removed from this assignment, he had to let her.  How was he supposed to choose between finding out how his best friend died and keeping Parker alive?  Somehow, he needed to figure out a way to do both without losing his mind, and he desperately wanted to know what the Captain was going on about how she was more qualified than everyone in that room.  Parker couldn’t walk up a flight of stairs without tripping, and she sure as hell couldn’t hold her own on a SEAL assignment.

Garrett shoved open the door to go outside so hard it slammed against the side of the building.  Maybe some fresh air would clear his head.

Parker pushed her hurt feelings from Garrett’s abrupt departure aside as each of the men gave her a hug and welcomed her to the team.  She knew they were curious about the partial information their CO had given them but they didn’t pry.  Risner told her when they met this morning that it was up to her regarding how much information she wanted to give them.

They all made their way out of the building to where a car was waiting to take them to the military airfield, chatting amicably about what was going on in each other's lives. Garrett was noticeably absent, and Parker had a brief moment of panic that maybe Garrett was so pissed he decided to find another ride to the plane.

As soon as they all got settled in the SUV, Garrett showed up out of nowhere and slid into the only available seat left—the one right next to Parker.

He slammed the door closed, and with his arm hanging out of the open window, smacked the side of the car twice to signal to the driver everyone was ready to go.

Cole sat in the front seat and chatted with the driver while Austin and Brady joked about a bar they went to the previous night in the seat behind Parker and Garrett.

Garrett stared straight ahead and didn’t even glance in Parker’s direction.  She knew because she had been glaring right at him ever since he got into the car.  Parker wasn’t going to be some shrinking violet and pretend like everything was fine.  They were going to talk, and he was going to have to come to terms with everything quickly.  Parker was about to do the most important thing she had ever done in her short life, and she wouldn’t be able to concentrate if she had to also deal with Garrett’s attitude at the same time.

“Are you just going to ignore me the entire time we’re working or is this a temporary thing?  I’d kind of like some advance notice so I can make note of it on my calendar,” Parker said sarcastically in a low voice that only Garrett could hear.

“Since you seem to have all of the answers,
Ms. Parker
, how about you decide when I should forgive you for being a sneaky bitch and get back to me on that.”

Garrett clenched his jaw and continued to stare straight ahead.  He was definitely not having this discussion with her right now in a car filled with their team.  It was none of their fucking business.

Of course Parker wasn’t one to take any of Garrett’s crap lying down, and he should have known that before he even opened his mouth.  They’d always had a volatile relationship, knowing exactly how to get under each other’s skin and what buttons to push.

“Wow, a sneaky bitch, huh?  You don’t beat around the bush do you?  For your information, McCarthy, not everything I do revolves around my desire to piss you off.  My life has been complete and utter shit lately, and I finally have a chance to do something good.  I have the opportunity to find out why Milo was lying to me and hiding things and fighting with me every opportunity he could.  I can finally know why a week after he left I called the caterers and the church and they told me that Milo had canceled the wedding the day he left without saying a word to me.  You have your guilt about all of this, Garrett, but so do I.  So ease the fuck up on the silent treatment and give me a God damned break.”

Parker folded her arms across the front of her and scooted away from Garrett, turning her head to stare out of the window at the landscape rushing by.

Garrett still didn’t speak but it wasn’t because he had nothing to say to Parker.  He was just in too much shock.  Milo canceled their wedding the day he left?  Garrett couldn’t wrap his head around that information.  Milo told him everything, and granted they hadn’t spoken much in the weeks prior to Milo’s departure to the Dominican, but Garrett assumed he was just busy with wedding preparations.  He was having a hard time believing that Milo would do something like that.  He knew Parker wasn’t lying about this, but it just didn’t make any sense.  Milo couldn’t wait to marry Parker.  The day he had told Garrett his plans was still clear as day in his mind.

There hadn't been any available seats at the bar so Garrett grabbed a table when he got to Shooters.  Milo had called him earlier in the day and said he had some news that he needed to tell Garrett about.  He was hoping Milo finally got that promotion to Lieutenant that he had been gunning for.  Garrett knew the Navy was everything to his friend, and he wanted to see him succeed.

Milo, Garrett, and Parker always went to Shooters when they had good news or needed to celebrate.  They went there when they signed the lease to the first house the three of them bought together, they went there when Garrett graduated from Seal training and again when he had been given a promotion, and they went there when Parker’s first photo had been published in a national magazine.  It was definitely time for them to be there for some good news from Milo.  Parker was currently in New York for a few days doing a photo shoot, so it looked like it would just be a two-person celebration today.

While Garrett waited for Milo, he ordered them each a beer.  He was almost done with his by the time Milo showed up.

“Dude, sorry I’m late.  I had to stop by the store and pick something up, and it wasn’t quite ready yet,” Milo explained as he slid into his seat and took a big gulp of his beer.

“So what’s going on man?  What’s the good news?” Garrett asked when Milo put his glass back down on the table.

Milo reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small, black velvet box and slid it across the table to Garrett.