"ON THE BRIGHT side," Kie sighed as they parked the boat in a harbor close to where the plane had crashed. "You saved yourself this time. While injured." She wrapped an arm around him. "And verbally beat the shit out of Rafe. Like, he's gonna need therapy."
"That's what I was aiming for."
Kie grinned and squeezed him.
Andrew and Kie, even collectively, are no JJ Maybank, when it comes to planning an escape. The best thing they could think of is to park the boat in the harbor, drop a pin to Portis' phone that is thankfully saved on this one, and add a text that would prove it's her.
It ends up just being 'Meet us at the pin at 6:15. P4L'
Waiting for time to pass is the worst thing. They gave them thirty minutes to get there, figuring that they couldn't have gone very far if they were, in fact, trying to get them out.
Andrew also gets to thinking that maybe, between the moment they escaped and sent the text, Singh's men got to them. Now, they just has to hope that their friends' legendary luck to escape any shit situation will strike again.
And that their friends still have the phone.
And that they get the message and believe it's them, and not some sort of trap.
When the time rolls around, Kie's nerves are all over the place, she feels seconds away from crying, and her hands are shaking on the guardrail, scanning the docks for a familiar face. Her heart is in her throat, hammering, a metallic taste at the back of her mouth.
Andrew's eyes scanned for blond hair, some sign of his moron boyfriend. Please, JJ.
Maybe asking to be saved three times was one time too many.
He played nervously with the ring on his thumb, JJ's ring. There wasn't no one the dock that they knew. The only person on the dock is a idiot with his back to the boat, wearing an honestly awful shirt with a maybe worse hat and a gun under his waistband.
It takes half a second, as he turns to face the brunet, for Andrew to realize that it's his idiot.
"If you shoot me with that thing," Andrew can't help but make a retort, even if his voice is shaking, "You will never hear the end of it."
JJ stares at him, pushing the hat off his face, starstruck.
Stupid tornado on legs.
"Drew."
It hits Andrew that for a few hours back there, JJ could have been dead and he never would have known. He kept it so far away from his mind, to keep going, to get himself and Kiara out of the situation, that it comes back like a yoyo and hits right in him ribcage, knocking the wind out of him.
