Rescue Me, O Lord

*** Based on Christian Morals--Christian Romantic Adventure ***

Book 2 in the Rescuers in Action Series: The day after their wedding, Adam and Destiny are forced to go to Saudi Arabia by the president. His nephew and some other RIA members have been kidnapped. It's up to the team, and specifically Destiny, to rescue all of them, even though bad press has followed her around the world.

Excerpt

The phone rang. I'd finally fallen asleep, while Adam, my brand new husband, lay beside me with his arm over my stomach. It was early and whoever was calling had better have a great reason or I'd let them know I wasn't happy.

Adam rolled away from me and answered the phone. "Hello?"

I glanced at the clock. It was 4:30 in the morning.

"It's our wedding night," Adam said over the phone. "What do you want me to do?" He'd given them a bit of attitude but if it'd been me, I'd have handed it to them on a silver platter.

I groaned and rolled over onto my back, pulling the covers up over me. It sounded like work calling us and I knew what that meant. I wasn't ready to get up and I knew Adam was just as tired as I was.

"I understand." He yawned, leaned over, and kissed my cheek. "Yes, we'll be there, but it takes time. We're not exactly on the mainland."

We were in Maui and had just gotten in late the night before, after some problem with the commercial flight being delayed.

"Sure," Adam said. "Tell the pilot we'll try to make it in 45 minutes and we'll need breakfast." He chuckled. "I know. That's rushing it." He hung up the phone and leaned closer to my ear. "We have to go."

I didn't even open my eyes. "Why?"

He stroked my hair. "It's an emergency. They wouldn't tell me more."

"Where are we flying to?"

"Denver this time."

I snuggled up next to him. "Call me when we're there." I tried to fall asleep, which wasn't that hard to do. I was exhausted.

"Mrs. Jones," he whispered. "You have to get up."

I kept my eyes closed. "Maybe they just need you and not me. I can keep your side of the bed warm until you get back."

"They need both of us and you know why."

My eyes flew open as I sat up. "Is it because of me? Are those newshounds after me again? I've learned some new self-defense moves and if they try anything—"

"It's not the newshounds." His hand moved to my back, stroking it. "It's because of your language skills, from what I understand." He moved his hand, which was a good thing, or I'd have laid back down on it.

I closed my eyes again and fell back to the bed. "Find someone else who speaks Arabic. I'm tired."

He leaned closer, his breath hot on my cheek. "I could just give you something to wake you up."

"A shot?" I asked, not even opening my eyes. "I hate doctors. Do you know that?"

He chuckled, stroking my cheek. "Yes, I know that, but I'm your doctor on these missions and you have to listen to me."

For some reason, ever since I'd gotten back from my trip, he couldn't stop touching me. I knew at some point; it'd get extremely annoying and I'd have to tell him about it.

My eyes flew open. "I have to listen to you? You're not my boss."

"Well…"

I sighed and sat up. "All husbands think they're the wife's boss, but they're mistaken."

"We're equals, remember?" He pulled me back to the bed. "I have an idea. Close your eyes. I'm going to get a shower. When I'm done, I'll just pour a cup of cold water on your head and you can get a shower that way."

He seemed serious, but he had to know there were consequences to such an action. "You wouldn't."

With a devious grin, he gave me a kiss and got out of bed. I heard him open his suitcase and leave the bedroom.

I knew he'd pour water on me, too—he was that type of man. I threw my legs over the side of the bed and stood up. After opening my suitcase, I pulled out some clean clothes and repacked what I could. By the time I was ready to get into the shower, he walked out, all dressed and ready for the day.