Savage Ending (Savage Trilogy 4)

I wiggle an eyebrow at him and he grunts. “Of course, you were.”

I settle into my seat and move it back only to have Asher grunt again while Adam sets us in motion toward our first destination, White Castle, where burgers and fries become the rocket fuel of superhumans.

That’s us.

And once we’re inside the fast-food joint at a table, that’s when the real magic and planning starts.

We huddle up in a small corner booth and get busy stuffing our faces. “What now?” Asher asks, finishing off one of the three burgers he ordered.

“Yeah,” Adam says. “What now?”

“According to Max,” I reply. “I’m supposed to text him when I land so he can give me further details. And fuck that shit is my answer to that.”

“Amen, brother,” Adam says. “This could all be a setup that ends with you getting your head blown off.”

“Yep,” I say, taking a handful of his fries since mine have been disposed of in my belly. “If Max thinks I’m a dumbass, I’ll be happy to kill him.”

“Not a dumbass,” Asher snorts. “Just a pain in the ass.”

“And proud of it, pretty-boy rocker.”

Asher grins. “Pretty? You should have told me how you feel sooner, Savage. I would have told Candace to step aside.” He snatches a handful of Adam’s fries.

Adam scowls and not at the conversation. “I’ll go get us all more fries.” He pushes to his feet and walks toward the counter.

“Nuggets,” Asher calls over his shoulder and when Adam doesn’t reply, he grimaces. “He could have asked if we wanted anything. You want something?”

“I’ll eat yours,” I promise.

He laughs. “Which is why we all get extra, Savage.” He slides out of the seat to follow Adam toward the counter.

This is how brilliant plans are created—with food and intellectual conversation.

I eat the rest of Adam’s fries and my phone buzzes with a text. I glance down to read a message from Candace: I miss you. I love you. I want to call you but I don’t want to distract you. Just come home to me, sooner rather than later. I have a bad feeling about this, Rick.

I glance toward the counter where Adam and Asher appear to have left the jest at the table behind, and traded it in for a serious conversation. They think this is a setup. I’m not sure they're wrong. And yet they’re here, brothers from another mother, in this to win it no matter what the cost.

I stand up and walk to the door, stepping outside, the cool but not cold air washing over me.

I dial Candace and she answers on the first ring. “Oh God. I didn’t mean for you to call. I’m the daughter of two military parents. I know distraction can get you killed.”

“I’m at White Castle, baby. The only thing getting me killed right now is the food.”

“You should be here,” she says softly.

The rasp of emotion in her voice twists me in about ten knots. “I don’t disagree,” I assure her. “And I will be soon. Adam and Asher are with me. We’ll knock this out and be back in no time.”

“Not soon enough. Not a second soon enough. Rick, I know this is what you do. I know you risk your life and you save lives. I’m not going to be like this every time you leave. This just feels different. You know why.”

“I know why,” I say easily. She’s worried about the connection this has to my past. “After this, I’m done. I promise.”

“Don’t die,” she whispers.

“You can’t get rid of me this easily, baby. We’re going to grow old together, sit on a rocker on the back porch and remember the good ol’ days.”

“We don’t have a back porch.”

“Then the balcony. And I’ll tell you how my knee hurts, but how it would feel better if we were naked and in bed together.”

She laughs. “I have no doubt we will have that exact conversation.”

“We will and we can buy a place with a porch. We should buy a place in the Hamptons. We can escape up there, just you and me. What do you think?”

“I think I’m good with anything that we do together. Just come home to me.”

“Soon,” I promise. “We’re in Tennessee now. We’ll be on a plane to Colorado by early morning.”

“Back tomorrow night?”

“Maybe. I’ll try.”

“Don’t try so hard you get killed.”

“I told you—”

“I know,” she says, “I love you, Rick Savage.”

“I love you, too, baby,” I say. “Candace Savage.”

She laughs and it’s a sweet laugh. “I do love how that sounds.”

“Me, too,” I say. “Get some rest. I’ll be home before you know it.”

“Bye,” she whispers, and then she hangs up.

I feel the silence on the other end of the line like a punch in the gut, sliding my phone into my pocket as I try to figure out why I felt the compulsion to do this. Why I still feel that compulsion. And then, I’m back in Mexico with Max, running a mission for the government, back when those missions were still legit.