Page 88 of Finding Kenna
The paper was faded from the sun and had obviously been rained on several times, telling Aleck that it had been placed on his Jeep at least a few weeks ago. He read the smeared words—and every muscle in his body tensed.
You’re not as awesome as you think you are.
The first person who came to mind when he read the words was Kylo fucking Braun.
The man had gone too far this time.
Refolding the note, Aleck climbed behind the wheel. He put the note in his glove compartment and took a second to inhale a deep breath.
He assumed Braun had found out that he and his team had been deployed, and he certainly knew what kind of car Aleck drove, so he had taken the opportunity to place the note when he knew he wouldn’t be caught in the act. The man was a coward, and not worth a second of Aleck’s energy, but it still pissed him off to no end.
Since he and Mustang had talked about Baker on the plane, the man was fresh in Aleck’s mind. Maybe he’d give him a call and see what, if any, dirt he could dig up on Braun. Get him transferred.
Aleck didn’t feel bad in the least that he was seriously considering fucking with the man’s career. He’d brought it on himself with his constant harassment, and just from being a jealous asshole. Braun wanted to play games? Aleck was all in. The other man would find out the hard way that you don’t mess with a SEAL.
Satisfied with his decision to get rid of the thorn in his side once and for all, and knowing Baker would definitely be able to discretely do what needed to be done to get Braun transferred out of Hawaii, Aleck reached to put his key in the ignition—and had another thought.
Midas and Mustang had immediately called Lexie and Elodie after retrieving their phones. He wouldn’t be surprised if Jag had texted Carly as well.
Shit.
He had no idea if Kenna had done as he’d suggested, getting together with the other women, but if she had, she’d probably be getting a text from one of them, letting her know that the team was home.
And if she heard from someone other than him that he was back, like she’d learned about his condo, Aleck knew he’d be in deep shit. It might embarrass her again, make her feel bad that he hadn’t called her right away like his teammates had.
He was reaching for his phone before he’d even finished his thoughts. He didn’t even consider sending a text. He clicked on her name and held his breath as he brought the cell up to his ear.
It rang twice before she answered. “Marshall?”
“Hey, babe.”
“Oh my God!” she screeched. “Are you back?”
He chuckled. “I’m back,” he confirmed.
Then Kenna shocked the hell out of him by bursting into tears.
Shit!
“Kenna? It’s okay. I’m all right. We all are. Nothing’s wrong, we’re all good.”
“I’m just so h-happy that you’re home,” she hiccupped.
“Breathe, babe. You’re worrying me,” Aleck told her. He heard her take a deep breath, then another. “Better?”
Instead of answering him, she asked, “When can I see you?”
“The sooner the better,” he said honestly.
“Are you at your condo?” Kenna asked.
“Not yet. I’m still on base. I wanted to call and let you know I was back before you got a text from one of the other girls.”
“I appreciate it. Are you going home or do you have to go into work?” she asked.
“Home. We have a meeting tomorrow afternoon, but we’re free until then.”
“Can…would you mind if I came over?”
