“You should tell him. He’s dying to see you.”
Nick abruptly sat up, but the pain knocked him back again. “He’s what?”
“He’s dying to see you.” Katy pointed toward the opposite wall. “Drake is two doors down. He can’t talk very well, though. He’s all beat up. The IDF found him in the ruins south of the Temple Mount, limping on a broken leg and dragging a dead man with him. He said the guy was a terrorist that tried to stab him with a poison knife.”
“He’s supposed to be dead.” Nick glowered at the wall. “I’m gonna kill him.” Then he turned to Katy. The fog of the medication was now completely gone. “And you, you’re supposed to be on a flight to Washington. Why are you here?”
Katy straightened and scrunched up her nose. “You think I was going to leave you in Israel just because you told me to?”
“You and Luke could have been killed.”
She relaxed, leaned into him again. “Not with you on the job.”
Nick reached up and pulled his wife to him, kissing her deeply. Not to be left out, Luke toddled over, and Katy scooped him up and set him on the bed with his father. The boy took his daddy’s hand and played with his fingers. Nick looked up into Katy’s hazel eyes. “Do you think maybe one day you can learn to do as you’re told?”
“No,” she said, and kissed him again. “No, I don’t.”