The way he said “foreign bitch” reeked of entitlement and bigotry, not to mention the misogynistic undertones. Murphy’s hackles rose and he clenched his fists to keep from ramming one straight into the not-so-good senator from Kentucky’s face. Either that or slamming him up against the ballroom wall and choking him until he spilled all his secrets about EnKor and Aileen’s whereabouts.
The guards had Shayma restrained at the side of the stage, near the buffet table where he’d left her, and appeared to be waiting on the cops to join them. The lights brightened a bit and he saw Shayma’s face: angry, her eyes bright with indignation. Time to rescue the woman he loved—who was now being hauled unceremoniously through the ballroom by the two police officers, one on each arm, while the guards followed behind them.
The younger guard glanced over and spotted Murphy. “There’s the other one! In the Navy uniform. They’re together!”
Time seemed to slow then as his will galvanized. Murphy would make his own future opportunity to talk with Senator Lawrence again, even if he had to kidnap the guy himself. Right now, he needed to get Shayma and they needed to get out of there. He might not be able to save Aileen tonight, but he could sure as hell save the woman who’d stolen what was left of his battered heart.
Murphy charged straight for one of the officers holding Shayma, shoving shocked guests out of the way before decking the cop square on the jaw and knocking him out cold. While people scrambled to get out of the way around them, Murphy grabbed a startled Shayma by the wrist and rushed with her toward an exit behind the stage. They made it about three steps before the other cop stopped them. He yanked Murphy around and punched him hard in the side of the head, knocking off his hat and sending him reeling backward while Shayma screamed.
Soon, Murphy and the cop were on the floor, wrestling for control. Murphy regained his feet and his equilibrium fast, as did the cop, and they circled each other. He managed to land a couple good punches into the cop’s stomach and sides before shoving him into the base of one of the towering Christmas trees near the stage. The massive thing swayed ominously before slowly toppling to the floor alongside the buffet table. The crowds of onlookers scrambled to get out of the way. As the older security guard shoved the pine branches off of the police officer and tried to get him to his feet again, Shayma rushed over and clobbered the guard with her bejeweled handbag, knocking the guy out flat.
Murphy shook his head and smiled. Damn, she was glorious.
The younger guard was on his walkie-talkie, no doubt calling in reinforcements, if Murphy had to guess. With the situation going downhill fast, he straightened his uniform then grabbed his hat from the floor before taking Shayma by the hand and pulling her toward the exit once more. “We need to get out of here now.”
“But what about the senator? Don’t you need to talk to him?”
“It won’t happen now, not tonight. His aides are all over him and cops are going to be swarming this place soon. Besides, I overheard enough to know he’s involved with some kind of deal with EnKor and their CEO, Frank Kent. I can do more research on that on my own and try to get more information from him later. On my own terms.”
They were at the back door, ready to push outside, when a hand on his shoulder stopped Murphy in his tracks. His breath stuck in his lungs and his heart dropped. Fuck. Looked like he’d be sitting his ass in a cell anyway despite all his efforts. He turned slowly to see the last faces he ever expected. His buddies.
“Jesus, dude. Can’t take you anywhere, can we?” Heath said. His dark suit matched the one Murphy had spied on the senator’s aide earlier and the pieces fell into place. No wonder he hadn’t been able to reach them earlier today. They’d probably been undercover with the senator. “Like a bull in a fucking china shop.”
“And beating men with your purse. Your father would be highly displeased, Shayma,” Daveed said, the amusement in his eyes in direct opposition to his scolding tone. “Well done.”
“Thanks.” She snorted and smoothed a hand down the front of her dress. “A girl has to stand up for herself, doesn’t she?”
“Yes.” Murphy raised her hand to his mouth and kissed it tenderly. “She does.”
“C’mon,” Heath said, opening the metal door and holding it for the rest of them. “My driver is on his way to the alley and we need to be gone before the cops close off the escape routes around the hotel.”
“Don’t worry,” Daveed said as they stood outside in the freezing cold. He pulled a small black chip from his suit pocket. “I have an app on my phone that traces all the police scanner calls and will alert me before they arrive.”
Murphy shrugged out of his uniform jacket and slid it over Shayma’s bare shoulders before pulling her tight into his side to share body heat. “Thanks for saving my ass in there, guys.”
Daveed gave him some serious side eye. “Perhaps you should’ve considered that before going rogue. You’re lucky Shayma had Mel contact me. Otherwise you’d be rotting in jail tonight.”
Murphy rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “C’mon. You know how I am. I’ve always just thought it’s easier to do stuff like that on my own.”
“Yeah, we know.” Heath gave him an irritated stare. “Why do you think we bothered showing up here tonight? You’re like our brother from another mother, man. You don’t think we know what a stubborn-ass control-freak you are? But we’re there for each other. Always have been.”
“Yeah, we do.” Murphy rubbed his hands up and down Shayma’s arms to warm her as she shivered against him. “It’s this whole thing with my sister that’s got me all messed up. I’m honor-bound to keep my promise to her. I figured since it was a private matter, how I chose to do that is my business. Besides, I tried to call you earlier, but neither one of you picked up. But I guess you answer for your girlfriends, huh?”
“Leave them alone,” Shayma said, her teeth chattering as Heath’s Bentley pulled up in the alley in front of them and they all piled in. “You needed your friends tonight. Even if you were too pigheaded to admit it.”
Murphy, Shayma, and Daveed got into the backseat, while Heath climbed into the front with the driver. As they sped out of the alleyway, blue lights and sirens entered from the opposite end, reminding Murphy of how close he’d cut it tonight. He was lucky to have escaped, with the help of his friends.
“Thanks,” he mumbled under his breath, staring out the window at the scenery flying past.
“Sorry?” Heath asked, catching his eye in the rearview mirror. “Didn’t hear you.”
Murphy exhaled slowly. Apologies weren’t in his nature, nor was admitting he was wrong, but he owed his friends a lot for getting his butt out of a tight spot tonight. They’d proved to him that going it alone wasn’t always the best way and made him rethink his strategy for finding his sister. He swallowed hard and forced the words out of his tight throat. It came out gruff and more like a curse than anything else. “I said thanks.”
Daveed and Shayma exchanged a look he didn’t miss, then Daveed raised a dark brow. “You’re welcome, you idiot.”
Beside him, Shayma sat primly with her hands folded in her lap, not touching him at all—which was saying something in the tight confines of the car. She didn’t look at him at all, just stared straight ahead as if he weren’t there.
Yep. He’d screwed things up with her royally. He prayed it wasn’t too late to make amends. As they swerved up to the front of the Plaza hotel a few minutes later, she took Daveed’s hand to get out of the car, not Murphy’s, and walked into the hotel with her head high and not looking back at him once.
“Looks like you’ve got some feathers to unruffle there, buddy,” Heath said, thumping Murphy on the back as he walked inside with Daveed, leaving Murphy alone on the sidewalk, cold and lonely and wondering how in the hell he could ever get Shayma to forgive him.
8
“How’d it go?” Mel asked Shayma when she walked into the hotel suite a few minutes later. She was still wearing her fuzzy pink rob
e and her matching bunny slippers were soundless on the thick padded carpet as she followed Shayma into her bedroom. “You’re wearing Murphy’s Navy jacket, so you must’ve seen him, right?”
“Oh, I saw him. Right before the security guards called the police on me and tried to throw me out.” She slipped Murphy’s jacket off her shoulders, missing its heat immediately and resisting the urge to hold the material to her face and inhale his scent one last time. “I told him everything. Laid my feelings bare to him.”
“And what did he say?”
Shayma blinked hard against the tears stinging her eyes and slipped off her stiletto sandals before removing her jewelry. “He said I deserved better. He said he’d been honest with me from the start about what was between us. He said I don’t love him, I love some fantasy of him I’ve created.” She gave an angry sniffle and swiped the back of her hand across her damp cheek as she pulled her suitcase out of her closet and started shoving her belongings inside. “Trouble is, he’s right. About all of it.”
“Sweetie, I—”
“No.” Shayma held up a hand to halt Mel’s protest. “He’s right. He is. He doesn’t deserve me. I do deserve better than being with a man who can never love me back. And yes, I did have a fantasy of him. I loved the man I saw deep inside him, the man he was capable of being if he would’ve let down his walls and trusted me.” After cramming her things inside the luggage, she shrugged out of her gown and laid it atop the other clothing in her bag before buckling it shut. Then she tugged on a pair of jeans and her Santa sweatshirt. “I need to go.”
“Go where?” Mel frowned, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “It’s nearly ten o’clock at night.”
“The airport. I’ll see if I can book a red-eye back to Al Dar Nasrani. If not, I’ll wait there until morning.” She shook her head and took a deep breath. “Anything’s better than staying here. It’s too painful. I’m sorry.”
“No. Don’t be sorry.” Mel stood and hugged her tight. “It’s me who should be sorry. After everything that’s happened, I should’ve been a better friend to you tonight. I shouldn’t have let you go to that party alone. I should’ve been there to protect you, to negotiate for you and Murphy.”
“It’s too late for negotiations, I’m afraid.” Shayma leaned back and gave her a watery smile. “At least he said he got some information from the senator and the other guys were there like they planned, pretending to be the senator’s aides, so hopefully they got some good intel too. Considering how the rest of this mess turned out, I just pray he finds his sister safe and sound and gets her home again in time for the holidays.”
With that, she let Mel go and grabbed the handle of her rolling suitcase. From the outer room of the suite, Shayma heard the guys arrive, their voices hushed as they discussed Aileen’s case and the senator’s connection to it all. Summoning her last ounce of dignity, she squared her shoulders and headed straight for the closet to grab her coat.
“Where are you going?” Daveed asked, looking up at her from his seat on the sofa.
“Home.” Shayma didn’t look at Murphy at all. That would hurt too bad. Instead, she focused on the door ahead. The door that would lead her away from all this turmoil and temptation. The door that would take her away from Murphy and toward her new life. Alone.
Her chest hurt from holding her breath, but she was relieved her voice sounded relatively normal, at least to her own ears. “Goodbye.”
“Sweetie, wait—” Mel called, but she was already out the door.
No stopping now. If she stopped, she might run back into that suite and force Murphy to confront his feelings for her. Feelings her feminine intuition told her he had, but he didn’t want to acknowledge. He was a man who was emotionally unavailable to her and she refused to get herself back into another situation like that again. She’d been through it with Daveed. No more.
She walked up to the concierge desk in the lobby downstairs and forced a smile. “I need a taxi to JFK, please.”
* * *
“Jesus, man. You really have no game, do you?” Heath asked, giving Murphy an exasperated stare. “Did I or did I not warn you not to get involved with her like that?”
“If you hurt her, I will gut you,” Daveed growled from the armchair across from them.
“No one’s hurting anyone, dammit.” Murphy took off his hat and tossed it on the sofa cushion beside him then ran a hand through his hair. “It was an affair between two consenting adults and it’s none of your business.”
“Shayma is my friend,” Mel said, chiming in as she perched on the arm of the chair beside Daveed, his hand resting possessively on her hip. “That makes it my business.”
Jaw clenched, Murphy scowled down at the coffee table before them and the tiny computer card Heath had tossed there. “The only business I care about right now is finding my sister. I’m praying you guys found out something while you were undercover as Lawrence’s aides tonight?”
Daveed exhaled slowly, then pulled Mel into his lap. “We’ve confirmed he’s definitely working on some kind of deal with EnKor. He received numerous phone calls from them through the evening, specifically from Frank Kent.”
“And now that I cloned his phone, we should have access to all those calls. If he tries to contact anyone from here on out with that cell, we’ll know who, when, where, and why.”
“When I was close to the senator, near the dance floor, I heard him tell you guys that he was working on a deal with EnKor and he didn’t want any competition. Any idea what that deal was?”
“No,” Daveed said. “It’s odd too, since I’ve had some of my Energy Department contacts looking through the EnKor files for patents, registrations, etc. Seems there’s no record of them even existing two years ago.”
“How is that possible?” Murphy frowned. “According to their website, they’ve got all sorts of utility patents pending for their clean energy designs and have millions of testimonials to their service and products. Patents take time to file and it can take years to build a customer base of thousands, let alone millions.”
“Sounds like EnKor might be embellishing the truth a bit.” Heath sat back and crossed his arms over his immaculate tailored black suit. “Speaking of embellishing the truth, what exactly were your intentions toward Shayma? She agreed to keep an eye on you for me and I don’t like to see my friends hurt.”
Keep an eye on him? Like Murphy was some kind of freak that needed tending.
He slumped back against the sofa and glared at his friend. At least Heath had finally shaved off that godawful beard that made him look nearly homeless. No wonder Murphy hadn’t recognized him in the shadows. Then again, he’d been a bit distracted too, by Shayma.
Ugh. Just the thought of her made the center of his chest burn once more, right over where his heart thumped hard. Each time he closed his eyes, the hurt he’d seen in her beautiful eyes at the Ritz blended with the regal set of her shoulders here in the suite before she’d walked out of his life forever, and made him want to drop to his knees and beg her forgiveness, beg her to take him back and teach him to trust again.
But it was too late now. She was gone and they’d both have to deal with the consequences. He needed to learn how to go on without her, no matter how bleak things would be alone. He’d find Aileen, then he’d re-up for the SEALs and head back overseas on the first mission they offered him. Maybe being under constant threat of death would help ease the pain of his eviscerated heart.
“What are you going to do?” Heath asked, watching him with a narrowed gaze.
“About?” Murphy asked, being deliberately obtuse. He just wasn’t in the mood to talk about things yet. All of it was too raw, too confused, too real.
“About the fucking Elf on the Shelf,” Heath snapped, his irritated expression morphing into full-blown anger. “What the hell do you think I’m talking about? You make a decision about the military yet?”
Murphy scrubbed a hand over his face. “I’m signing on for another tour.”
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br /> “Seriously?” Daveed shook his head. “Why? What about your sister? What about the rest of your life?”
“What about it?” Agitated, Murphy pushed to his feet and paced the room. “I’m not like you guys, okay? I don’t have anything else. The SEALs are it for me. If I call the recruitment office now, I won’t have to report until mid-January. That will give me time to find Aileen and get her back home safe. The rest of it doesn’t matter anymore. Like I said, the SEALs are my life. That’s it.”
“And whose fault is that, huh?” Heath asked. “You are the most—”
“Stubborn? Pigheaded? Stupid?” Murphy gave a mirthless chuckle. “Believe me, I’ve heard it all. And it’s right. I am way too stubborn for my own good. Rebellious too. And don’t forget independent. I’ve had to be. It’s how I survived. Aileen too.” He squeezed his eyes shut, seeing Shayma’s gorgeous smile, felt her gentle touch, and his soul shattered all over again. “I’ve lived like this for so long, I don’t know how to turn it off anymore. That’s why I’m alone. Why I’ll stay alone for the rest of my life.”
“Is that really what you want?” Mel rose from Daveed’s lap and came over to him, blocking his path. “To die alone and lonely in some foreign land?”
Hell no, it wasn’t. But after the way he’d behaved with Shayma, it was all he deserved. He shrugged in answer to Mel’s question. “It’s my decision.”
“And it’s an awful one.” Mel straightened and gave him a stern look. “Shayma loves you. She wants to make a future with you. You have a choice, no matter how blind you seem to be to that fact.” She poked him in the chest with her index finger for emphasis. “Now, if you really want to get what you deserve, mister, you’ll pull your head out of your ass and hightail it over to JFK airport before that wonderful woman gets on a plane and goes back to Al Dar Nasrani, where her parents will probably foist her off on some other wealthy sheik at the first chance they get. The way I see it, you two are perfect for each other. She’s smart and funny and puts up with all your moody crap. You’re a better person when you’re with her and you’d be nuts not to hold on to Shayma for dear life and thank your lucky stars every day that she wants to be with you.”
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