Page 92 of Savage Risk
“Djibouti?” Jake sounded surprised. “What’s going on there?”
“I can’t get into the specifics with you. Not yet. But those people”—Sophie—“are going to be caught in the crosshairs of some very dangerous forces if we don’t get them the hell out of there.”
A few seconds passed before Jake said, “Okay. Send me what you know, and we’ll meet up tomorrow to—”
“This can’t wait,” Jason cut him off.
The thick pause that followed was telling. He’d slipped, just then. Let his emotions show.
I never do that.
And Jake knew it.
They’d known each other a long time, now. They worked together. Had drinks together. They’d even gone at each other’s throats on more than one occasion.
But never, not once in the history of their friendship or professional connection, had Jason ever asked Jake for a personal favor.
Desperate times, man.
Sophie’s smiling face flashed before him. Her twin dimples. Her gorgeous brown hair.
Eyes he tried not to lose himself in every time he and the beautiful doctor crossed paths.
Fuck it.
“Please, Jake.” Jason pulled some air into his lungs and let it out slowly. “This is important.”
She’s important.
Another pause and then, “Give me an hour. I’ll inform the team, and we’ll be on our way.”
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