Chapter 149: Carla

Tuesday. Horsh Beirut Park, Beirut, Lebanon.

CARLA STARED OUT the window at the green iron fence bordering the triangular park. She spied a concession area with red tables and chairs positioned just under the trees. Down the road a ways she spied dozens of people gathered doing yoga, greeting the morning sun.

She clenched her thighs together, her hands sandwiched between them, to try to quell the tremors.

In half an hour she was going to meet Jared and Ashton's kidnapper. By herself.

Sure, Vaughn would be out of sight keeping an eye on her, but she wouldn't be able to hold his hand or anything.

The idea of this swap was something out of her nightmares. She wouldn't even be able to speak the same language as these men.

What if they had demands or wanted something more?

Vaughn's hand closed around her knee and squeezed. "The plan from the top. Recite it to me?"

She sighed though inwardly she appreciated his distraction. "Again?"