A SEAL to Save Her Read Free

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.”
    â€œThank you for that. But I come from a long line of political pundits. I eat, breathe and live to debate.”
    â€œFine,” 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.
    â€œIs he gone yet?”
    â€œAlmost,” she said.
    â€œWas 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.”
    â€œAh, he’s a good man. Stop giving him a hard time. We’ll talk later.”
    â€œWe will,” she said affectionately, and hung up. “Brock, what...?”
    â€œYour brother, Edward, is on the other line. It’s urgent.”
    Piper reached for the phone. “Edward...what?”
    â€œPiper. Tyler...”
    â€œOh, 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.”
    â€œThey don’t know...”
    â€œDon’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!”
    â€œThat country isn’t stabilized! I don’t want to lose my sister, too.”
    â€œWe’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.”
    â€œYou can’t go,” he shouted.
    â€œWatch me!”
    He lowered his voice, his teeth clenched. “Dammit, Bulldozer, you can’t...”
    â€œCall 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