while the other scooped the pack up.
âI await your delightful presence at supper.â
And then she was dragged away, her pack in the hands of a man whose cultured smile and cold eyes gave her the chills as surely as staring down the business end of a gun aimed at her head.
* * *
J.T. RAN UNTIL he was certain he wasnât being followed, and then he collapsed, his chest heaving as he caught his breath under cover of the thick jungle foliage.
Once again, he was lost in the jungle.
And heâd left Hope behind.
Itâd been the only wayâa calculated risk to protect her safety in the only way he knew howâbut it still stung like a bitch to know that she thought heâd abandoned her.
It didnât matter that heâd promised to come for her; sheâd watched in disbelief as heâd run away, which probably made him look like a coward.
He cringed.
But how much worse would it have been if Hope had been shot in the back as they both ran?
You canât save her if youâre both dead.
Reason was a paltry balm for his shrieking conscience.
J.T. pulled his phone and called his brother, but the call went to voice mail, which meant Teagan was probably already in the air.
Which also meant he had to sit tight, stay alive and wait for his brother to find him so they could go in, rescue Hope and put this wretched place in the rearview mirror.
Staying on the ground was a risky ventureâdue to both roaming predators and poisonous things that bitâso J.T. took to a tree, climbing the massive thing until he found a branch that he could fashion a small bower from to spend the night. Lashing vines together with broad leaves, he tied himself to the tree and settled in for a long night.
Closing his eyes, he kept his mind purposefully blank. It was too easy to second-guess every decision when he was getting an instant replay every ten seconds, and he couldnât waste energy looking backward.
The jungle cacophony became white noise and J.T. dozed here and there. Why his thoughts drifted to his last tour of duty, he had no idea, but soon he was reliving one of his worst moments.
âRenegade, you are clear to engage.â
The static voice of Mission Control crackled in his headset above his mask and J.T.âs gloved hand hovered over the button that would release the heat-seeking missile.
âThis is Renegade. Target acquired,â he confirmed as his jet split the sky like a hot knife through butter. The mission was a simple one, but highly classified. Deep in the Afghan desert, the hideout of a high-ranking al-Qaeda leader had been supposedly discovered. J.T.âs squadron, the Hell Cats, were charged with carrying out a sensitive missionâtake out the leaderâs lair with minimal civilian casualties.
J.T. didnât hesitate. He pushed the button. âFox Two is a go. I repeat, Fox Two is a go.â
A deadly sidewinder arrowed straight to its intended target and everything went boom.
Except...the intel had been bad.
And J.T. had blown up a small village, killing everyone in the dead of night.
The ensuing investigation had cleared J.T. of any wrongdoing, but that hadnât absolved his conscience. J.T. finished up his tour and hung up his dog tags for good.
Collateral damage, theyâd said.
His buddies couldnât understand why J.T. was so shaken up by the mistake.
âShit happens,â Rocco âRoosterâ Gianni had said with a shrug. âThere had to be some reason that the intel put us there. Maybe they werenât so innocent after all. Let it go, man. You know what they sayâwar is hell, right?â
âThey were innocent people,â J.T. said, feeling sick to his stomach. âI didnât sign up to kill women and children.â
âIâm telling you, they couldnât have been all that innocent. For all we know, they were harboring that SOB and if thatâs the case, they got what they deserved.â
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