Her skin reflected the small amount of light that the window allowed in, making her look as if she were a sleeping angel. He smiled. One with a filthy mind. He could tell she was the same Sadie he’d asked to marry him, but in so many respects she was totally different. Changed in a way that sometimes people do within a relationship, he supposed. Maybe if they’d stayed together, she would have changed in exactly the same way. Rolling on his back and staring at the ceiling, he wondered if he should tell her that he wanted her back in his life. Wondered if it was too big of an ask. She’d have to leave Greece, settle somewhere, and be prepared for at least another three to five years of him rarely being around much. And that seemed to be the key problem. Question was, did he love Sadie as much as he loved his job? Would he give up Delta Force for her? He’d have to make that decision before he broached the subject of them getting back together.
