Navy SEAL Promise by Amber Leigh Williams

Navy SEAL Promise by Amber Leigh Williams

Author:Amber Leigh Williams
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2017-07-12T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

“THE CAR’S YOURS,” Kyle informed his father over the staid interrogation table in the whited-out room with two-way glass behind him. “They pulled its records based on VIN. It was registered to J. Bracken twenty-eight years ago, and it’s been in your name ever since.”

“I figured as much,” James admitted roughly. He looked as if he hadn’t slept in twenty-four hours. Kyle didn’t blame him. The Fairhope jail wasn’t the worst Baldwin County had to offer, but it wasn’t cozy. James’s beard looked ragged, and his hair had been finger-combed from his brow, but the flickering florescent fixture underscored the bags under his eyes. James drew his shoulders back, stretching them against the width of the chair. “How’s your mother?”

He was changing topic. Bracing his elbows on the table, Kyle leaned over it and clasped his hands. “You already know the answer to that.”

“Indulge me,” James said with a ghost of a smile.

Kyle saw a snatch of yearning behind it as well as concern and chose to put his father out of his misery. “Let’s just say I know who I get my fighting edge from.”

The smile grew in James’s eyes. “She’s been a fighter since the day she was born.”

“Yeah, well, we’re lucky the sergeant on duty last night was a family friend,” Kyle informed him. “Otherwise, she’d be warming the brig, same as you.”

The humor vanished in a blink. “She’s not sleeping at The Farm, is she?”

“Are you kidding?” Kyle asked. “I caught her sleeping behind the wheel in the parking lot. I had to call Olivia and Briar to haul her off to the inn for the night.”

“I bet that went over well.”

“She’s barely spoken to me all morning. She said something about Judas over breakfast.”

“How early was she here?” James asked, frown working at the corners of his mouth now.

“Four. I doubt she really slept.”

“And you?”

Kyle had never gone to the inn or The Farm for the night, but James didn’t need to know that. “I need to know about Mercy.”

“She was a friend.”

“Specifics.”

James shrugged. “There’s not much. Every bit’s history.”

“Then why the mystery?”

“Because a lot of it’s still a mystery to me,” James told him. “And...partly because Mercy—or, Mercedes Gardet—is buried in Pine Leaf Cemetery in Daytona Beach, Florida.”

“How do you know that?” Kyle didn’t like the suspicion hulling out a home inside him.

“Her lawyer visited me,” James explained, “nearly ten years ago. Multiple sclerosis.”

Kyle watched his father closely for context clues. “Hard way to go.”

“There’s no easy way,” James granted. “But MS... Nobody deserves that kind of hell, any more than cancer.”

Kyle thought of his paternal grandmother, Dr. Mavis Irvington, who’d lost her life to cancer shortly before his sister, her namesake, was born. “What was she to you?” he wondered out loud and hoped the answer wouldn’t be too difficult to hear. “Other than a friend.”

James read him thoroughly. “If you’re thinking your mother isn’t the only person I’ve loved... Well, then, you’re right.”

Kyle fought the urge to look away.

“But



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