Chapter 217: Grant

Wednesday. Hard Rock Hotel, Ibiza Town, Ibiza.

THE DAY STRETCHED ON; the hours seeming to last days as the party raged outside. The news hadn't told them anything new since the first newscast except the names of the victims were bystanders who'd gotten caught in the crossfire. Wherever his team was, Grant had to believe that they'd gotten away and they'd all connect in the morning.

It was going to be a long damn night.

Grant glanced at Melody sitting at the table bent over a book of some sort she'd found in a drawer. They hadn't spoken much, not since she'd recovered from the initial shock of it all.

Melody's strength, her resilience, was something Grant admired about her. She was cool under pressure. He hated that it had taken him almost a year to realize how valuable she was not only to the team, but him. He'd been an ass in those early months, but he'd said his apologies. He'd believed they were past that.

So where had they gone wrong?

He studied the back of her head,