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“Maybe not, but I hope you realize running away from us isn’t going to solve anything. If you love me, you should stay here and fight for us,” she said quietly.
“That’s not what this is, Skylar, and you know it.”
“No, I don’t. I know you think you can save everyone, but you can’t.”
Dyllan hung his head. “That’s bullshit.”
“Is it? To me, it sounds like you think you can save everyone, regardless of what they want. You couldn’t save Jax, so what, you think you can tell everyone else what to do? Life doesn’t work like that, Dyllan!”
“I never said it did.”
Staring at his white shirt as it stretched over his back, his shoulders moved with his breaths, shallow and quick. She didn’t know how much longer she’d be able to stand here and try to make him see that their marriage was worth fighting for. That she was worth fighting for.
“When you’re ready to believe that, then we’ll talk.”
Without a word, she glanced at the steaks on the counter, thinking about how optimistic she’d been when first getting home, thinking that they would be the start of having a great conversation that would make him stay. Now, they mocked her.
Grabbing her purse, she left without a word, proud of herself that she’d made it to the car before she let all the tears fall.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Dyllan
“Thank you for flying all the way out here. We appreciate you taking the time to meet with us in person,” Andrew, the hiring manager for Stealthy Professionals, said as he shook Dyllan’s hand. Taking a seat behind his large mahogany desk, he motioned for Dyllan to sit across from him.
The downtown Ottawa office was a mix of wood and steel, nothing short of what Dyllan would have expected for a mercenary company. He’d almost driven right past the two-storey red-brick building as the GPS led him away from his hotel. The only sign the building was inhabited, let alone being used for actual office space, was the small lettering on the door.
“Thanks for having me.” Dyllan unbuttoned his suit jacket and pressed down his tie as he lowered into the chair.
“I have to say; I was surprised when you applied. Barrett didn’t think we’d be able to pull you out of your cushy mayor job and get you back into the field.”
Dyllan scoffed at the thought of their friend, Tom Barrett, who’d sent him the job listing. Barrett went way back with him and Jax and had been trying to get Dyllan out of Logan Creek for years. Barrett had been the one to recruit Jax, but Dyllan had never truly had the desire to join. Until now.
“Well, things change,” Dyllan said gruffly.
“That they do,” Andrew chuckled. “Listen, I won’t bullshit you and waste your time. We’re looking for someone ASAP for high profile private security in Iraq. It’s not an easy mission. The risks are high but so are the rewards. We are willing to pay top dollar in return.”
Dyllan glanced down at the sheet Andrew slid in front of him. The number on the posting was impressive, leading him to wonder just how dangerous this job really was. He wouldn’t be kidding that the risks were high with a number like that.
“Now we know you wouldn’t be able to start right away,” Andrew continued; leaning back he rested his elbow on the arm of his chair, running his finger across his lip. “I understand that your term as mayor is coming to an end soon. We’d be willing to wait until that’s over, but not much longer.”
Dyllan nodded, looking over the rest of the job information. They weren’t messing around when it came to this. Without giving details as to the exact assignment, it appeared that whoever they were hired to protect was high profile and had a big target on them. Dyllan could only imagine how many people had filled this position before they sought him out.
“What does your wife think?”
Dyllan snapped his head up, eyebrow raised as he looked across the desk.
“Your ring,” Andrew said, nodding toward Dyllan’s hand.
Instinctively running his thumb across the warm metal, he shook his head. “She’ll get over it.”
“Look, I’m not one to get involved in another man’s life…”
“Then don’t,” Dyllan interrupted.
“But this is important,” Andrew continued. “I’ve seen enough men with the same look in your eyes. The one hungry to get back into the field, tired of missing out on the action. But I’ve also seen what it’s done to their personal lives, and my not-so-professional advice is don’t do it. Go home. Be with your wife. Have kids if you don’t have any already. This life doesn’t have to be for everyone.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be talking me into leaving? It’s not very good business if you’re turning away people applying to work for you.”
