Page 33 of SEAL's Resolve

“Thanks, Jackson. You, too, Rio.”

“No problem, sugar,” Rio said. “What’s next on your agenda?”

Kristi looked at Rafe.

“A session with Marcus if I can arrange it,” he said.

“Use one of the interrogation rooms. Interrogation instruction isn’t until tomorrow.”

Perfect. “Would you like a tour of PSI?” he asked Kristi.

She brightened. “I’d love one. This is where you trained, right?”

He smiled. “One of the places.” Without second-guessing himself, Rafe reclaimed her hand. “Come on.”

When they walked from the infirmary, Cal’s lips curved. Rafe ignored him. He wanted Kristi to be comfortable with him and trust him. This wasn’t about how good her hand felt in his.

As they headed toward the back door, he slid his phone from his pocket and called Marcus Lang. The pastor answered on the second ring.

“Marcus Lang.”

“It’s Rafe Torres.”

“Good to hear from you, Rafe. How are you?”

“Okay for now.”

A slight pause. “Need to talk?”

“Yes, but I can wait. I have a friend who can’t.”

“Talk to me.”

He summarized what had happened. “Can you speak to my friend today?”

“I’ll rearrange my schedule. Where and when?”

“PSI in an hour?”

“That works. See you soon.” Marcus ended the call.

Rafe slid his phone into a pocket and opened the door for Kristi.

“Who is Marcus Lang?”

“One of our counselors. He’s a good man and a great friend. You’ll like him.”

“Do I have to talk to him?”

“You’ve been through a trauma that will reawaken memories of your first kidnapping.”

She sighed. “I want to forget all of it.”

“Talking to Marcus will help you process what happened and lessen the nightmares.”

“How do you know I have nightmares?”

“You forget what I do for a living. I have nightmares of my own.”