Mediterranean Airspace
Day Three
As Stryker sat in the back of a nearly empty commercial red-eye flight to Cairo, trying to work a crossword puzzle, his thoughts veered back to Harper. If this wasn’t happening, and they were at home, he would be getting ready to start their bedtime ritual. After she squealed about brushing her teeth, he’d tuck her under the lacy pink bedspread and read her a story. She’d listen for a time, her eyes focused on the starry ceiling above the princess bed, before her blue eyes succumbed to gravity. When she fell asleep, he’d brush her hair back off her forehead and kiss the smooth skin. Then he’d go join Angie for a few relaxing hours before bed.
He wished he could sleep now. He closed his eyes, rolled his neck a few times to try to ease the pain in his sho
