Page 66 of Her Honorable Hero

She pulled into her garage.

“Let me call you when I’m in the house and have Livvie settled. In the meantime, get my husband on the call, too.” She pressed the button on the side of her phone to end the call. She got out of the driver’s door and ran up to the front of the garage and depressed the garage door button. In the dim light of the garage she gave a sigh of relief. They were locked in. She opened the door to the house and turned on the hallway light and propped it open with her purse, then turned back to the car.

“Honey, we’ll get you a smores, and juice, and check your diaper. Heck, I’ll do anything you want, if you’ll just quit crying. What can Mommy do for you?” Miranda asked as she opened the backseat door.

She leaned in and unbuckled Livvie who was sobbing.

“Ahhh, Honey. We’re home now. It’s going to be all right.” And it was. She was home. She was safe.

She hoisted Livvie’s diaper bag over one shoulder, and then gently picked up her daughter who slumped into her arms.

“Oh, you just wanted to be held, didn’t you, Sweetheart?” She breathed in Livvie’s scent. God, she loved her daughter. She felt her bottom. Yep, she definitely needed a new diaper, Miranda grinned. It was nice that things were normal.

She hipped checked the car door to close it.

“Smore?”

“You betchya. I’m going to have one too. Mommy’s due.”

“Can I have one, too? I like smores.”

Miranda whirled around, hugging Livvie for dear life.

“How’d you get in here?” She demanded of her father.

“I love garage doors. They go up, and you come in while the car drives in. So simple. Can I hold my granddaughter?”

* * *

“What doyou mean she hasn’t called you and now you can’t get ahold of her?” Griff shouted at Kane.

Griff was shoved into the front seat of Dalton’s beat-up, rusted, baby blue, 1990 Chevy truck, along with Dex. Dalton was going the speed limit in the little town of Coronado, because sure as shit, they’d get pulled over. They’d be able to make up time on the freeway.

“I’m saying that she’s not picking up.”

“Dex, do your fucking magic. I have my security system app coded into my phone. The outside surveillance is always on, so is the baby’s room. If Miranda activated, the rest of the house is monitored, too.”

Dex looked at him for a moment. Griff saw the exact moment where it clicked with his friend.

“Shit, Griff, I could definitely tap into that and get it downloaded to my phone if I were at my computer. I could do it fast. But I can’t do it fast from my phone.”

“Kane, you’re a hotshot. What about you?” Griff barked.

“I’m out of the country in a shit-hole. My security sucks.”

“Call Clint,” Dalton said, referring to Clint Archer of Midnight Delta. He was the third communications guru of the SEAL teams. “They’re not deployed.” Dalton handed Griff his cell phone.

Griff went through Dalton’s contacts and dialed Clint.

“What do you need, Dalton?” Clint answered.

“This is Griff Porter, I have an emergency.”

“Spill it.”

Griff put the phone on speaker and he explained what was going on.

“Your biggest problem is going to be overriding the system so that we can see what the hell is going on in all rooms, whether Miranda turns on that capability or not,” Clint said.