Page 32 of Jason Bourne (Seals on Fraiser Mountain #7)

Jason

L ane was still pacing the station when I came back. She’d ditched the long sleeve, standing there in a plain white tee with her badge clipped to her belt, hair messy from running her hands through it. Her beautiful green eyes were shining.

“You should sleep,” I told her.

She shot me a look. “Says the man who hasn’t closed his eyes in two days.”

“Difference is, I’m used to it.”

Her mouth curved, but it wasn’t a smile. More like the old familiar edge between us—the one that had kept us apart all those years. I went to her and pulled her into my arms.

“You called Zoe,” I said.

“Of course I did.”

“And?”

“She’s been working Harris from her end. She’s coming here.” Lane dragged in a breath, leaning against the desk. “She’ll tear this place apart if she thinks it’ll get her answers.”

I folded my arms. “Runs in the family.”

She laughed, but it cracked halfway through. Then she went quiet, staring at the floor.

“Five years,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry I broke us up. I have loved you forever. I used to spend all night wanting to call you.”

Her eyes lifted, pinning me like they always had. I stepped closer, the air thick with everything unsaid. “I wanted you every single day, Lane. Don’t ever think I didn’t.”

Her breath caught, sharp and shaky. For a second, I thought she’d close the distance. But then her phone buzzed, shattering the moment.

She checked the screen, and all the color drained from her face. “Jason…it’s Marcie’s phone. It just pinged on the north ridge.”

I grabbed my jacket. Whatever storm was brewing between us, it would have to wait. The girl came first.