reclined back.
“When do you want to leave?”
“This place? As soon as I can get some pants on. Not
heading out in this with my ass hanging out the back of the
gown.”
Shea lifted a bag from beside her chair. “Had some
here the entire time. Just waiting on you.”
Sitting slowly, Sarah took some careful breaths and
realized it was okay; she would survive this, after all. With
Shea’s help, she got dressed and eventually got checked out of the
hospital. Together, they walked out, and she shook her head when
she saw Shea’s car.
“How is it you can get away with parking right up
there?”
“I’m special,” Shea replied.
“So many things I could say to that,” she
muttered.
“Shut up and get your ass in the car.”
She sank into the comfort of the interior and
groaned as the heat rose up into her. Shea joined her, shifted into
gear, and pulled smoothly away from the hospital. Music played
softly around her and Sarah watched through lidded eyes as the
snowy landscape went by.
When they merged onto Interstate 95, Shea sped up,
zipping around those who were scared by the snow falling.
“Did you really think you would be riding your bike
down here? In your condition?”
“The thought had crossed my mind.”
“You’re stubborn and crazy.”
“Good traits to have, I would say.”
“Sure.” Shea sent her a pointed look. “Now, that
we’re here, away from prying eyes and listening ears, why don’t you
tell me why you’re hanging out with a man from Recon who seems to
know you very well and care deeply for you.”
Shit. Should have known she would’ve picked up on
that.
Shea drove straight through as they talked. Once
back in Cottonwood Falls, Sarah directed Shea to her house. After
convincing her mom that all was fine and it was just a car
accident, Sarah crawled into bed.
Two days later, she was strolling around the town
square with Shea. The morning had brought rain, but it had since
passed on. The warmer temperatures were nice. She—and Shea—were
passing time until her mom finished running errands.
She stopped to tie her boot when her phone rang. She
answered it as she watched a helicopter coming in. Odd.
“Hello?”
“Captain, it’s Davies.”
She smiled. “Yes, sir?”
“How are you?”
What the hell is a chopper doing landing here in
the middle of town? She shared a look with Shea, who appeared
just as confused, given the way her face had drawn tight.
“Surviving.” The sleek black door opened, and two
men hopped out. Damn! “What can I do for you?”
She’d pitched her voice to be heard over the loud
rotors. One of the men had blondish hair and never-ending muscles
along with the cocky assuredness she connected to military men. The
other maintained a similar expression with a slighter build and
brown hair.
“I wanted to let you know,” Davies said. “First,
that you’re being promoted up to Major Mallery. I don’t want to
hear any arguments; it’s in motion. Come by and pick up your new
pins. Then, there’s something else, which I wish I didn’t have to
tell you. But I do, so here goes. Everything was a setup.”
A major? His words took her attention from
the gorgeous men gazing about and the one approaching them—Grey.
“What was?”
“The addition of the SEAL in that op over in
Hamburg. He wants to bring us down and sent in him as a spy, to
glean how we worked.”
Ice coated her veins. “And my accident?”
He sighed. “You were to be bait for the others. To
be exposed as renegades without respect for the rules, they would
have been accused of going off half cocked and getting you
killed.”
Her gaze snapped back to the man she’d been
considering staying with after their two weeks on the island. Right
now, it was anger that surged through her with an unrelenting
force.
“I’ll be right back,” she said to Shea. “Thank you,
sir. For the information.” She ended the call.
Sarah strode toward Grey, pain from her injury no
longer a concern.
“When do you want to leave?”
“This place? As soon as I can get some pants on. Not
heading out in this with my ass hanging out the back of the
gown.”
Shea lifted a bag from beside her chair. “Had some
here the entire time. Just waiting on you.”
Sitting slowly, Sarah took some careful breaths and
realized it was okay; she would survive this, after all. With
Shea’s help, she got dressed and eventually got checked out of the
hospital. Together, they walked out, and she shook her head when
she saw Shea’s car.
“How is it you can get away with parking right up
there?”
“I’m special,” Shea replied.
“So many things I could say to that,” she
muttered.
“Shut up and get your ass in the car.”
She sank into the comfort of the interior and
groaned as the heat rose up into her. Shea joined her, shifted into
gear, and pulled smoothly away from the hospital. Music played
softly around her and Sarah watched through lidded eyes as the
snowy landscape went by.
When they merged onto Interstate 95, Shea sped up,
zipping around those who were scared by the snow falling.
“Did you really think you would be riding your bike
down here? In your condition?”
“The thought had crossed my mind.”
“You’re stubborn and crazy.”
“Good traits to have, I would say.”
“Sure.” Shea sent her a pointed look. “Now, that
we’re here, away from prying eyes and listening ears, why don’t you
tell me why you’re hanging out with a man from Recon who seems to
know you very well and care deeply for you.”
Shit. Should have known she would’ve picked up on
that.
Shea drove straight through as they talked. Once
back in Cottonwood Falls, Sarah directed Shea to her house. After
convincing her mom that all was fine and it was just a car
accident, Sarah crawled into bed.
Two days later, she was strolling around the town
square with Shea. The morning had brought rain, but it had since
passed on. The warmer temperatures were nice. She—and Shea—were
passing time until her mom finished running errands.
She stopped to tie her boot when her phone rang. She
answered it as she watched a helicopter coming in. Odd.
“Hello?”
“Captain, it’s Davies.”
She smiled. “Yes, sir?”
“How are you?”
What the hell is a chopper doing landing here in
the middle of town? She shared a look with Shea, who appeared
just as confused, given the way her face had drawn tight.
“Surviving.” The sleek black door opened, and two
men hopped out. Damn! “What can I do for you?”
She’d pitched her voice to be heard over the loud
rotors. One of the men had blondish hair and never-ending muscles
along with the cocky assuredness she connected to military men. The
other maintained a similar expression with a slighter build and
brown hair.
“I wanted to let you know,” Davies said. “First,
that you’re being promoted up to Major Mallery. I don’t want to
hear any arguments; it’s in motion. Come by and pick up your new
pins. Then, there’s something else, which I wish I didn’t have to
tell you. But I do, so here goes. Everything was a setup.”
A major? His words took her attention from
the gorgeous men gazing about and the one approaching them—Grey.
“What was?”
“The addition of the SEAL in that op over in
Hamburg. He wants to bring us down and sent in him as a spy, to
glean how we worked.”
Ice coated her veins. “And my accident?”
He sighed. “You were to be bait for the others. To
be exposed as renegades without respect for the rules, they would
have been accused of going off half cocked and getting you
killed.”
Her gaze snapped back to the man she’d been
considering staying with after their two weeks on the island. Right
now, it was anger that surged through her with an unrelenting
force.
“I’ll be right back,” she said to Shea. “Thank you,
sir. For the information.” She ended the call.
Sarah strode toward Grey, pain from her injury no
longer a concern.
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