morning." He sobered, concerned about leaving her, but finding no other way to track down the man responsible and put him out of business permanently. "We have a job."
"You do more than simple security, don't you?"
He released a long sigh. She deserved to know the truth. After what she just experienced, he trusted her to keep his confidence and not fly into a fit of panic at the idea of his near mercenary status. "What I told you before is true. All the guys have strong special ops backgrounds. Necessary to perform our job."
She stared up at him, patiently waiting.
"We're Wind Warriors. A team I pulled together that accepts missions from the federal government to locate and wipe out ugly and dangerous vipers that the government can't soil their hands on or have their name attached to when we rid the world of a deadly criminal and their underground operation. Officially, we don't exist. In fact, only a handful of people in the top tiers of government know about us."
"What kind of missions?"
"Mostly taking out high level drug lords, but other assignments as well." He searched her face for any sign of censure or disapproval.
She stood, meeting his gaze strongly. Her dark brown eyes didn't waver. "Night, I realize now what you do and I'm very thankful for it. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know you have to pursue the criminals behind this whole mess, the sooner the better before they get wind of what happened. I'm okay with that and I'll be fine by myself. Promise."
"I wish this time could be different, that I could be with you during the days to come." Even as he respected her for her strength in the face of a difficult situation, he still fretted about her mental health, wanting nothing more than to camp out with her for the next few days to ensure himself she truly could recover from such an ordeal without deeply imbedded, lasting scars. Scars she wouldn't have if it wasn't for him and his family.
Her lips morphed into a sad smile. "I know. I would like that as well. But, in the real world, other things hold priority."
He sighed, running his fingers through his long hair, pushing the loose strands from his face. "You should be my priority." His gruff tone reflected the conflict he juggled inside.
She strode over, stopping right in front of him, her hand reaching out to cup his cheek. "Night, you truly are my hero."
Her soft words caressed his soul. "I'm just a man."
She shook her head. "You're an amazing man." Her fingers slid over his lips. "Listen. I'm not some weak woman who will faint at the slightest stench. I'm strong and I can do this. It's what I have to do. The same for you. You have to do your job, track down the bad guys, and bring them to justice before they can hurt anyone else. It's what you do, but more importantly, it's who you are. I wouldn't want you any other way."
He kissed her fingers, reaching out to cover her hand, holding it against his cheek as he nuzzled in a show of genuine affection.
"The warriors of old wouldn't stay home, hanging out in the teepee, while the other warriors rode off into the night to track down some enemy. You're a true legacy, Night."
He nearly choked up at her profound words, as it was he swallowed several times to clear the lump in his throat. Never had anyone praised him so sincerely and thoroughly, tapping into his deep respect and admiration of his ancestors. She touched him in a way he never knew could be possible while filling him with self-pride and fortitude to live up to her views.
He didn't have the heart to point out that the Navajo lived in hogans made out of wood and mud. Later, when he returned, they could sit down and share a history lesson. After the drug cartel ceased to exist.
Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to hers, pulling her snug against his body. She responded instantly, opening her mouth for a deeper exploration. He wrapped his arms around her, matching her passionate embrace until he broke away with the driving need for
"You do more than simple security, don't you?"
He released a long sigh. She deserved to know the truth. After what she just experienced, he trusted her to keep his confidence and not fly into a fit of panic at the idea of his near mercenary status. "What I told you before is true. All the guys have strong special ops backgrounds. Necessary to perform our job."
She stared up at him, patiently waiting.
"We're Wind Warriors. A team I pulled together that accepts missions from the federal government to locate and wipe out ugly and dangerous vipers that the government can't soil their hands on or have their name attached to when we rid the world of a deadly criminal and their underground operation. Officially, we don't exist. In fact, only a handful of people in the top tiers of government know about us."
"What kind of missions?"
"Mostly taking out high level drug lords, but other assignments as well." He searched her face for any sign of censure or disapproval.
She stood, meeting his gaze strongly. Her dark brown eyes didn't waver. "Night, I realize now what you do and I'm very thankful for it. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know you have to pursue the criminals behind this whole mess, the sooner the better before they get wind of what happened. I'm okay with that and I'll be fine by myself. Promise."
"I wish this time could be different, that I could be with you during the days to come." Even as he respected her for her strength in the face of a difficult situation, he still fretted about her mental health, wanting nothing more than to camp out with her for the next few days to ensure himself she truly could recover from such an ordeal without deeply imbedded, lasting scars. Scars she wouldn't have if it wasn't for him and his family.
Her lips morphed into a sad smile. "I know. I would like that as well. But, in the real world, other things hold priority."
He sighed, running his fingers through his long hair, pushing the loose strands from his face. "You should be my priority." His gruff tone reflected the conflict he juggled inside.
She strode over, stopping right in front of him, her hand reaching out to cup his cheek. "Night, you truly are my hero."
Her soft words caressed his soul. "I'm just a man."
She shook her head. "You're an amazing man." Her fingers slid over his lips. "Listen. I'm not some weak woman who will faint at the slightest stench. I'm strong and I can do this. It's what I have to do. The same for you. You have to do your job, track down the bad guys, and bring them to justice before they can hurt anyone else. It's what you do, but more importantly, it's who you are. I wouldn't want you any other way."
He kissed her fingers, reaching out to cover her hand, holding it against his cheek as he nuzzled in a show of genuine affection.
"The warriors of old wouldn't stay home, hanging out in the teepee, while the other warriors rode off into the night to track down some enemy. You're a true legacy, Night."
He nearly choked up at her profound words, as it was he swallowed several times to clear the lump in his throat. Never had anyone praised him so sincerely and thoroughly, tapping into his deep respect and admiration of his ancestors. She touched him in a way he never knew could be possible while filling him with self-pride and fortitude to live up to her views.
He didn't have the heart to point out that the Navajo lived in hogans made out of wood and mud. Later, when he returned, they could sit down and share a history lesson. After the drug cartel ceased to exist.
Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to hers, pulling her snug against his body. She responded instantly, opening her mouth for a deeper exploration. He wrapped his arms around her, matching her passionate embrace until he broke away with the driving need for
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