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kidnapping, he’d tried to be there for her, but by that time the damage had been done. Kathy had learned not to show emotions on her face or allow her body or voice to betray her real feelings. Now she was glad of that, because this time it was essential.
“Yeah, I’ll be piloting my helo, Mom.”
“South America?” Morgan asked.
Kathy nodded. “That much I can say.”
“The country?” Morgan pressed.
“No, Dad. I can’t….” She held his narrowed gray eyes, which made her feel as if he could look into her mind and read the truth. Her heart beat hard in her chest. Kathy forced herself to take slow, deep breaths and chew her food, even though she didn’t taste a shred of it. Where she was going, the ability to play a part was paramount. It would keep her alive until…
“Hmm,” Morgan said, slicing more of the beef. “I’m just surprised I haven’t been made aware of it, is all.”
“It’s come up in a hurry, and it’s a changing mission ops, Dad, that’s why. It might be different by the time I arrive at the base.”
Laura groaned and rolled her eyes. “One of them. ”
Kathy at least had her mother fooled. She wasn’t so sure about her dad. He still regarded her with a strange glint in his eyes, which alarmed her. Still, Kathy reminded herself, if she was scared of Morgan Trayhern finding her out, she’d better be far more worried about Carlos Garcia discovering who she was and why she was there.
“Daddy, you said you wouldn’t talk job at the table,” Kammie reminded him, tapping him on the elbow.
“Uh-oh, so I did, Kammie.”
“That’s right,” Laura said apologetically. “And I’m just as guilty.”
Kathy smiled across the table at her sister. “Why don’t you tell Mom about your butterfly in the making?” Anything to divert her parents’ focus from her. Kathy felt bad about using Kammie that way, but she had to do something to distract them.
On other missions, she had been able to tell them more. Usually, what she couldn’t say, Morgan found out anyway, because he worked so closely with the Pentagon and other military and security networks. Crossing her fingers mentally, Kathy hoped that Commander Patrick O’Conner of her SEAL team would keep this mission compartmentalized on a need-to-know basis only.
While forcing herself to slowly chew and swallowher food, she vaguely listened to Kammie’s exciting account of finding the caterpillar. If Kathy didn’t finish her meal, Morgan would know something was wrong, and that was the last thing she wanted. The food sat like a lead ball in her stomach.
“You know, Kelly and Pete will be here tomorrow,” Laura said as they ate their dessert of freshly made apple pie and vanilla ice cream.
Kathy lifted her head. “Yes, you said they’d be coming home.” She saw the joy shining in her mother’s eyes, as well as her father’s continued scrutiny, which set her nerves on edge yet again. Stomach clenching, Kathy had a feeling he wasn’t about to let go of the topic of her black ops mission. Damn! She’d have to call Patrick and make sure that it stayed under wraps. She decided to do so at the first opportunity.
Giving the excuse that she’d eaten too much and was going to hike the wildflower trail behind their home, Kathy slipped away after dessert. Kammie was dragging their parents to her room to look at the captured caterpillar, so it was an opportune moment. Dressed in her hiking boots, a pair of jeans and a dark blue tank top, Kathy borrowed one of the many knapsacks from the garage, put a water bottle in it and took off for the woods.
Hoping that her cell phone would work from the top of the ridge, Kathy stood facing the west, toward the setting sun. Above her, through the dark branches of the stately evergreens, the evening sky was turning an apricot color.
“Commander O’Conner speaking.”
“Hey, Pat, this is Kathy Trayhern.”
“You’re coming in scratchy. Where you callin’ from, Kathy?”
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