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One Month Later
San Miguel is the kind of country that operatives either love or hate. Dirty. War torn. Streets teeming with people and narrow alleys full of dark shadows.
It’s nothing to see speeding cars and guns in the hardscrabble capital city of Selva Oscura. Our team fits right into the chaos. No one will pay any attention to a battered SUV loaded, occupants with body armor, or our ready weapons.
I sway forward as we brake hard. Andre barely misses a scooter. With a muttered curse he guns the gas again. He’s driving like a bat out of hell.
Acutely aware that the clock is ticking. Our window for rescuing our target is tight.
Lurching into a pothole, our vehicle sways and I come dangerously close to bumping into the operator to the left of me. Which might be a shootable offense in her book.
Simona.
One name. One expression.
A look that screams ‘don’t fuck with me’. Which I find both mildly amusing and very interesting.
And did I mention she’s hot?
Exotic and beautiful.
The fact that she’s kitted out in tactical gear only makes me hotter for her. With her Czech accented English, her pale, almost white blonde hair, and her lush, kissable lips, she makes a hard to miss package.
I suppress the urge to look at her and keep my eyes on the road ahead.
She gets furious when she catches me watching her.
It’s proving impossible though. From the very first time she stepped into the clinic with a deep knife cut on her hand, she had my body on high alert.
After that, knowing she was in my small town put my head on a swivel.
Not that it will do any good.
As much as I’d like a romp in the proverbial hay with Simona, she’s obviously not interested.
Unless it involves lighting me on fire or feeding me to hungry wolves.
Not that I need the kind of chaos a woman like her would bring to my life.
I shift in the seat as I feel my expression turn into a scowl. I’m not even sure what the hell I’m up to since getting out of the Navy.
I need to get my shit together.
But my reproductive drive says other priorities take front row.
A hard to ignore need thrums in my veins when anything related to Simona comes up on radar.
When I glance her way, those incredible eyes of hers are locked on me. Two sighted weapons. Pale blue. Deadly.
My reaction is visceral.
Guess I set my fate when I wouldn’t let her leave the clinic that night without stitches.
I wish that look didn’t make my blood hum and my cock jump.
Now is not the time to get distracted by thoughts of stripping all of her clothes off and kissing that snarl right off her mouth.
We’ve got a job to do.
