A SEAL to Save Her (2 page)

Chapter 2

Senate Office
Building,
Washington, DC

S
enator Piper Jones scowled. “It may be true there is plenty of resistance to this bill, Senator Mullins, but my late husband was in favor of this legislation, and I will be supporting it regardless of your opposition.”

“Really, Senator Jones, you were appointed to your seat by the governor of California in an age-old practice of widow's succession and are merely a seat warmer. Everyone knows you don't have the stones to get anything passed, regardless of who your late husband was.”

Piper felt a flush of anger rise up her neck and creep up her cheeks as the other senator glared at her from across the short expanse of her desk.

“Just concede defeat and we'll make this bill stronger and more viable...later.”

Later in a pig's eye. Piper fingered the antique locket Brad gave her right before he died. Whenever she needed strength, it bolstered her. Senator Mullins and his minions would quash this legislation like a bug. “It's a minor change in corporate law, Senator, and is more holistic. Brad believed in the battle against corporate abuse strongly. He was a former securities attorney, and the provision—the one I'm pushing in his stead—provides for a company to change its mission from making money to corporate citizenship, which by its very definition is all about social responsibility. What do you have against protecting the common good?”

“It flies in the face of capitalism and corporate freedom! Everything this country stands for.”

“Brad believed in being a responsible capitalist. His bill is the first step to reform that will save our country. He believed deeply in it and I believe it has a strong chance of passing.”

She leaned back, decidedly holding her temper in check just as Brad and her formidable political family had ingrained in her over the years. She knew how to pussyfoot with the best of them.

Drawing in a slow, deep breath to steady herself, she tilted her chin and tried again. “I'm continuing on with what Brad wanted. That was my mission when I took his place.” She leaned forward and showed Senator Mullins her backbone. “I will finish out the rest of Brad's term. I've been proud to serve the state of California and the US Senate as his steward to the best of my ability.” She stared right back at him, refusing to be cowed.

He didn't like it, and for a split second something quite nasty filled his eyes, but was then gone. Her phone rang, but she ignored it. She wasn't going to show any sign of weakness or back down from that stare.

“Maybe you'd better find some stones if you're going to try to squash this. Brad had a very solid constituent and loyal backing. I am resolved on this course of action.”

It was a dismissal, plain and simple. He pointed his finger at her. “I warned your husband not to make an enemy of me, Senator Jones. I'm giving you the same warning.”

“Thank you for that. But I come from a long line of political pundits. I eat, breathe and live to debate.”

“Fine,” he said as he rose, tugged on his white cuffs and collected his jacket. He turned as her phone buzzed again, but she ignored it as he made his way to the door in his very expensive and impeccable blue pinstripe suit.

She picked up the phone.

“Is he gone yet?”

“Almost,” she said.

“Was he blowing hard and issuing threats?”

She chuckled at her late husband's mentor and longtime good friend of the family, Stephen Montgomery, the powerful and wealthy CEO of the Montgomery Group, a technical company with numerous products utilized throughout the government and military. Like Bradley, Stephen was born and raised in California, but now made his home in Washington. Piper and Brad had spent time in both DC and San Diego in their gorgeous beach house. “Monty” was a staunch supporter of every bill Brad had written and gotten passed, which had happened mostly because of Stephen's help and backing. Her aide, Brock, opened the door as soon as Senator Mullins reached for the handle. The look on her aide's face made Piper's stomach knot. He came inside, brushing past the senator, and her anxiety climbed. Senator Mullins was tall and imposing, with very good but generic looks, like a news anchor. He looked innocuous, but Piper had seen the flashes of menace.

She shook her head as her aide opened his mouth, but he said, anyway, “Senator Jones...”

She held up her hand. “Monty, I have to go. My aide is here and quite agitated.”

“Ah, he's a good man. Stop giving him a hard time. We'll talk later.”

“We will,” she said affectionately, and hung up. “Brock, what...?”

“Your brother, Edward, is on the other line. It's urgent.”

Piper reached for the phone. “Edward...what?”

“Piper. Tyler...”

“Oh, God. What happened?”

His voice broke, then he recovered. “He's at Bagram Airfield, the hospital. They're stabilizing him now. It's bad. Really bad, Piper.”

Her breathing was irregular as Brock came around the desk, standing at the ready. “No. Please, Edward.”

“They don't know...”

“Don't say it!” she hissed into the phone, and Brock covered her hand. “I'm going. Clear it for me.”

An incredulous huff burst out of her brother. “Piper, no! You can't go to Afghanistan. It's too dangerous.”

Her spine stiffened. No one told her what she could and couldn't do when it came to her baby brother. “It's a fortified base. I'll be fine!”

“That country isn't stabilized! I don't want to lose my sister, too.”

“We're not going to lose him!”

His voice got hard. “Piper, the only reason I know this information is because of Uncle Bill.”

Her voice just got harder. Her uncle Bill worked for the assistant secretary of state for Diplomatic Security. “All the more reason to get me to Bagram. We have the pull.”

“You can't go,” he shouted.

“Watch me!”

He lowered his voice, his teeth clenched. “Dammit, Bulldozer, you can't...”

“Call Uncle Bill. You're a DS special agent, Edward. Nepotism has to be good for something! Tyler needs someone there!”

She heard Edward's frustration and the pain and terror in his voice. “All right. Be ready to go when I call.”

She looked up at Brock, and he nodded to indicate he would move heaven and earth to make sure she was ready. “I will.”

Bagram Airfield,
Parwan Province, Afghanistan

Fourteen and a half hours later, hot, hungry and achy, Piper walked off the military transport onto Bagram Airfield, the largest US military base in Afghanistan, named for an ancient city nearby. She was still dressed in her blue power suit and her kick-butt heels.

Her brother was at the Heathe N. Craig Joint Theater Hospital, a fifty-bed hospital. Flanked by her DS detail, she headed toward the main entrance. The two men in dark blue suits followed. After a call from the DS office to alert her the detail was there to pick her up and take her to the airport, they had boarded the military transport with her. She was assured both Agents Hatch and Markam had combat experience. Two agents she hadn't met before, but worked for Diplomatic Security, as evidenced by their badges. As soon as she got inside, a nurse was waiting to take her to her brother, who was in intensive care.

“How is he?” she asked as the dark-haired nurse indicated she should follow her.

“He's holding his own. There was significant internal bleeding, a fractured leg and arm, abrasions, contusions, concussion. You'll need to brace yourself for his condition, ma'am. He's scheduled to be shipped out to Germany in two hours. The doctor can give you more details.”

As they walked into the room, Piper rushed over to the tan bed. Her brother was hooked up to both an IV and other health-monitoring machinery. His eyes were closed and his breathing was even. She gasped as she took in the cuts and abrasions on his face and the heavy bandages on his arm and leg. She'd been scared out of her mind that he would... A wall of emotion slammed into her and she was caught up in keeping her composure. After losing Brad and her unborn child, she'd never wanted to feel that kind of pain again...but to lose her brother—it would be unbearable, especially on the heels of her father's fatal heart attack a year ago. And her mother had died several years ago from pneumonia.

The nurse squeezed her arm. “He's doing very well, considering what trauma his body has been through. He's tough.”

Piper swallowed her tears and pain and turned toward the nurse. “Thank you.”

“I'm Christina Davis, if you need me.” She nodded to a man with salt-and-pepper hair, who stood next to the bed reading a chart. He looked up as Piper reached out and touched Tyler's bare arm. He was warm and alive, and something cold and tight loosened up inside her.

“Senator Jones? Dr. Abraham.”

“Yes, how is my brother?”

“He's made it through surgery. He's a fighter. Lost a lot of blood, but those medevac boys know their job. If it wasn't for his team member Lieutenant Dexter Kaczewski's quick actions, he might not have made it.”

“They're very close,” she whispered, pulling up a chair and sitting down.

“Lieutenant Kaczewski is here, too. Injured, but not as severely.”

“Thank God for that.”

“It's been a tough day. Team Three lost three SEALs in that battle.”

Tyler groaned and Piper's attention went to her brother's face. His eyes opened slowly, his pupils unfocused and dazed.

“He's heavily medicated,” the doctor said.

“Tyler,” she said, bending down.

He looked at her as if he was trying to assimilate the image of her with being in a combat zone, as if he might be dreaming.

“Yes, I'm here. You're going to be fine,” she said, smoothing back his beautiful, caramel-brown hair.

He closed his whiskey-colored eyes and groaned. “LT. Find out about LT.” His deep voice was filled with pain, his speech slurred. He started to get agitated and she soothed him.

“He's fine.”

“Did you see him?” Tyler demanded, trying to push up, but collapsed down with a groan.

“No, but the doctor told me.”

“Please, see him. Find out. Please, Piper.” His expression was full of panic, as if he was sure Dexter was dead.

“I will,” she said, rubbing at his arm. “Calm down. I'll find out.” She'd never met Dex, but he was one of Tyler's favorite topics.

Piper leaned down and kissed him on his bristly cheek.

She left the room and tracked down the nurse who had brought her to her brother. “Nurse Davis, I'm looking for Lieutenant Kaczewski.”

“He's in bed twelve, just one wing over. Why...?”

Piper touched the nurse's arm, her voice intense. “He's my brother's best friend and he wants me to check on him. I promise. I'll only stay for a few minutes.”

Her face softened. “All right, but just a few minutes.”

Piper nodded her agreement and headed down the hall. Her detail followed, but she had them wait outside the room. It was dim inside and she didn't want to disturb Dexter, but she wanted to quiet down her brother. He was so distressed.

The half-drawn curtain was a flimsy barrier and as she stepped closer she heard it. A choking sound, then another one on its heels. Then she was sure. He was crying...no—her heart contracted—sobbing. The kind of gut-deep sorrow she knew intimately. That car accident had taken everything from her and it had felt as if her whole world had ended.

He was brave, making noise, showing people his grief.

Piper's response had been different. The worst type of crying, the silent kind. The one when everyone was asleep. The one where she felt it in her throat, and her eyes were blurry from tears. The one where she just wanted to scream. The one where she had to hold her breath and grab her stomach to keep quiet. The one when she realized the person that meant the most to her was gone.

She knew how it felt. She knew exactly how it felt to cry in the shower so no one could hear her, and waiting for everyone to fall asleep so she could fall apart, for everything to hurt so bad she just wanted it all to end.

They must have told him about the three SEALs he'd lost from his platoon. He was hurting so badly, and part of that hurt had something to do with guilt...with Tyler. She was well aware of that, too, and how it could twist you up until it was hard to sleep at night.

She knew what it was like to lead, to be in charge of something so important it consumed her, but...
this
—leading men and being responsible for their lives, making life and death decisions, the weight of that... A rush of profound, heartfelt compassion made her whole chest ache.

Her throat tightened and all the fear for her brother and all the pain she had tried to dodge by working and numbing herself welled up in her. She should leave, and she even took a step back. She didn't want to let it loose, either. But the lost and broken sound of him reached out to her, touched her with the honesty of his emotion, the bravery of him to allow himself the grief, to feel the loss. She'd felt so alone, had shed the same kind of broken tears.

She changed her mind and stepped around the curtain. He was on his back, his eyes closed, his chest heaving, tears running down his cheeks, over dark stubble.

She must have made a sound because his eyes popped open. Caught off guard, his handsome face vulnerable and open, the agony of loss scored his cobalt blue eyes; pain contorted his striking features.

“Dexter,” she said softly, as if she knew him. “I'm Tyler's sister.” She'd never met him, but her brother had talked about him all the time whenever he was home on leave.

Tyler had said that his LT—Dexter—was the essence of a navy SEAL, a guy who got into the mess with his men, led them with strength and courage, never let them down, hung with them through everything—whether they were up to their necks in a fight or wrecked over a breakup letter from their girl. He was sarcastic with a whiplike wit, made them work hard, learn about what made navy SEALs unbreakable so they'd be safe. It was Tyler who had introduced her to Lieutenant Dexter Kaczewski. Tyler had talked so much about Dex, Piper felt that she knew him already.