Free Unmistakable by Gigi Aceves Page A

immediate evac when shit hits the fan, it’s still nerve wracking. We can’t rely on Jake to carry his load, because he’ll be focused on Trish, and he needs to be. I’d do the same thing if I were in his shoes.
    While the girls get comfortable in the living room talking about babies and vaginas, we step outside on the deck to talk about what LT told me.
    LT leans against the railing and starts our debriefing. “Just finished talking to Jack, and here’s the latest intel. The FBI requested proof of life for John, and we have nothing,” He swings his gaze at me and nods. “I’m keeping this under the radar for now. Also, according to Gunny, the FBI knows where Tessa is hiding. They’re just waiting until she makes contact with the bigger fish so they can make an arrest. You know, kill two birds with one stone.” He scrubs his face with his hand, “So far, I don’t think anyone knows we’re up here, but keep your guard up. Is there an indoor shooting range close by, Jake? I’d like to take the girls, so they can practice, but first, how’s Trish?”
    Before Jake answers, I say, “I already told her that John may or may not have been taken. Her reaction wasn’t what I expected. We need to watch her, LT. That’s a weakness these fuckers might try to use.”
    “Brian, talk to her and spin it a different way. Interrogate her without her knowing,” LT instructs Brian and switches his attention to Jake. “So, how’s Trish?”
    “She’s fine, so far. A few pains here and there, but nothing serious. I’m just glad Summer’s here, because half the fucking time, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.” He leans forward, his arms on his knees. “Here’s the set up. The third floor is ours, I’ll let you guys decide on which room belongs to whom. Obviously LT, you’re not gonna bunk with Summer, so the sofa bed in the den has your name on it. Kitchen’s stocked up, girlie movies are available, and internet’s set up, as well as the cameras outside, per your request, LT. There’s an indoor shooting range a couple of blocks over. Though, I don’t think we’ll need it. Trish knows how to fire, as well as the girls. I just want this to be over.” Jake leans back as he pinches the bridge of his nose--a sure sign of stress.
    “Um, why not stay on the second floor, Jake, or better yet, the guest bedroom. Wouldn’t it be easier for Trish? She can’t be going up and down the stairs.” Brian’s concern, blanketing his face.
    Jake shakes his head. “I thought about that, but the master’s has a door that leads to the deck. If shit hits the fan, I have another escape route to get her the hell out.” Jake looks at Brian, knowing already what the other is thinking. “I know there are stairs, and yes, its dangerous to be carrying a pregnant woman; but you want me to put my wife in a place where there’s a choke point? I can’t do that.”
    “Fair enough,” Brian nods in agreement.
    Jake stands up and looks at us. “If we’re done here, I’d like to spend more time with my wife.”
    “Damn, whipped boy! You just spent two weeks with her, man. Can’t get enough of that pussy or what?” I say, grinning at him.
    “She’s my oxygen, Cody. It’s much easier to breathe when she’s next to me,” Jake says with a smile and a hint of sadness in his eyes. “For me, time isn’t measured anymore by days, or hours, or even the minutes. For me, I live for every second, down to the last millisecond, imagine that. One second, away from her, is one second too long. I want to make every second count. So, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve wasted so many seconds with you ugly pussies, instead of staring at my lovely wife,” Jake ends his speech with a smile, as he walks inside to, unceremoniously, attach himself to Trish.
    I walk back inside following Jake, leaving Brian and LT to obsess about the security of the new house. I signal for him to go to the garage, so I can pick his brain and to let off steam. He