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His throat dried, and he closed his eyes.
Helovedher. Shoot. He should have figured that out when he nearly lost it after she’d been attacked.
Ford probably hadn’t needed David’s help to take out the two goons—his rage at seeing the one push her into the elevator had been enough to take on an entire goon squad.
Yanna had been the one to shoutDown!, giving him directions as he’d taken off toward the stairwell.
He’d arrived just as the doors were closing, and he’d let out a shout of fury and panic that they’d push a button, end up on one of the upper floors.
But the doors opened once more to a sight he never wanted to see again in his lifetime—Scarlett grappling with the two men. And she wasn’t winning. One of the men held her wrists, while the other had a grip around her neck and was pulling back his fist.
The goon might have broken her jaw with that hit. Definitely crushed her nose, her pretty face, and even now the thought of it made Ford jerk, inhale hard.
He opened his eyes.
He glanced over at her. Yes, she was fine, except for a couple bruises on her neck.
She met his gaze and frowned.
“I need to hit the head,” he said, just needing space.
The plane wasn’t full, but the lights were dimmed, people sleeping in the two-by-two seat configurations. He made his way to the back and into the tiny bathroom.
The light burned his eyes, and he stared at himself in the mirror. Red-eyed, gaunt—he needed a decent meal, probably—unshaven. Unkempt and not a little over the edge.
Sheesh, pull yourself together, Ford.He ran water, splashed it over his face. Used a paper towel to dry it.
If he were with Nez, they’d be considering all the scenarios, the contingencies, making a plan, working the plan. They’d have support and resources and…
David knew that the only way to victory was to let God lead him into battle.
Ham’s words, spoken what felt like ages ago.
We always think of God as our reinforcement…but He’s our breacher.
Maybe Ford didn’t have to know what was ahead…because God did.
He didn’t know why Scarlett picked right now to walk into his brain, but in a moment, he was standing in Prague, the starlight glimmering against a velvet sky, her face lifted to his, those beautiful eyes drinking him in.You can’t count on anything but right now.
Yes, she could. She could count on one right now after the next.
And you’re not a right now guy, are you?
Yes, he was. Right now he wanted her safe. Right now he wanted her in his arms. Right now he loved her. He loved her resourcefulness and her courage. Her loyalty and her amazing smile.
And he always would. One right now after another.
Life is…unpredictable.
Maybe. But with God at the helm, it wasn’t out of control.
He dried off his hands and opened the door.
Scarlett stood in the tiny hallway.
“Hey,” he said.
“I was worried. You looked sick earlier.”