“All that may be true, and I certainly don’t dispute it, but the fact of the matter is, she is still a woman and she was violated in the worst way a woman can be violated. And her team let her down. So you tell me. If she was on your team, would you be so willing to let her walk away and figure it all out on her own?”
Rio shook his head. “Hell, no. I wouldn’t let one of my men do it. I’m just trying to offer some perspective.”
“Well, I sure as hell don’t have any,” Cole said bluntly. “What I want is for her not to be alone to deal with this by herself. She has the team. And she has me. And she has no business being out of that hospital bed.”
Rio put his hand on Cole’s shoulder. “I get it, man. I understand when a mission becomes personal. I understand it all too well. My team will do whatever we can to help. We respect the hell out of P.J. She’s one of us. Will always be one of us. If you need us, just say the word.”
Some of the tension left Cole’s shoulders, and suddenly he was weary beyond belief.
“I appreciate it. I’m sorry that our fuckup meant you had to be away from Grace and Elizabeth.”
“You didn’t fuck up,” Rio said quietly. “Shit happens. There was nothing you could have done. And Grace and Elizabeth are fine. They’re with Shea and the other women enjoying a visit. I don’t let them out of the jungle often.”
Cole grinned crookedly. “No, you don’t. That’s for sure.”
“Keep me posted, okay?” Rio said as Cole turned to walk back into the war room. “I like P.J. a lot and this whole thing pisses me off. I want that bastard as much as you do.”
Cole stared straight into Rio’s eyes. “I doubt that.”
CHAPTER 16
P.J. parked outside Steele’s home, cut the ignition and then gripped the steering wheel with both hands. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. This would be the hardest thing she’d ever done, but it was necessary.
She glanced at the huge duffel bag sitting in the passenger seat of the rental. Everything that belonged to KGI.
Getting out, she walked around to the other side to open the door. Bracing herself, she picked up the heavy bag and hoisted it over her shoulder.
Grimacing as her still-healing incisions protested, she started for the door only to see Steele standing in the doorway watching her progress.
His silence unnerved her, but only because she was nervous and she hated what she was about to say.
“Where the hell have you been?”
She blinked and drew up short on the top step. He looked angry when Steele usually looked unflappable. His gaze swept over her, top to bottom, as if examining her wellness for himself.
“Can I come in?” she asked. “I need to talk to you.”
Steele reached for the bag and then scowled. “What the hell is this, P.J.?”
She sighed and brushed past him into the house. Her palms were sweaty and she rubbed them repeatedly down her pants legs.
This wasn’t a social call, and he evidently picked up on that much. He didn’t steer her toward the living room but instead walked her back to his office, which overlooked the expansive rear of his property.
She flopped gratefully into one of the armchairs in front of his desk and waited.
He dropped the bag on the other chair and then stalked around to sit behind the desk. And then he leveled a stare at her. One that would make a grown man quake in his boots.
“Care to explain why you bailed from the hospital, didn’t let me or your team know where you were going, how you were doing or, hell, even if you were alive? Do you know how worried we’ve been for the last few weeks? You fell completely off the radar. No one’s been able to get in touch with you. You didn’t go home and you didn’t check in. What the fuck, P.J.?”
She winced and closed her eyes. There was no easy way to do this, and a clean cut was always better than a jagged one. She ought to know.
“I’m turning in my gear.”
Steele’s lips tightened. “I can see that much.”
“I quit,” she said baldly. “I’m off the team.”
“That’s it?”
She nodded.
He swore through clenched teeth. “What the hell is going on in your head, P.J.?”
“This is something I need to do,” she said, notching her chin upward. “It’s what I have to do.”
“I won’t accept your resignation.”
“You don’t have a choice,” she said softly. “I’m out.”
“Look, take some time off. There was no way in hell you were going out with the team anytime soon anyway. Don’t make an emotional decision you’ll regret later. Your job will be waiting when you get yourself together.”