Page 15 of Dangerous Mission
Where would it be?There has to be a first aid kit in here…
Operators don’t go around without substantial medical supplies.
I scoot deeper into the rear cargo area of the truck, lifting aside a heavy box.
“What are you doing?”
Holy dammit! Waving my hand in front of my face, I wheeze, “How about a little warning. You gave me a heart attack. I can’t take any more adrenaline dumps tonight.”
The man’s pale eyes glance around at the gear surrounding me. The ticking in his jaw matches the flicker of tendons in his clenched hands. “What are you doing?”
Heart pumping like mad, I lick my lips. I’m so on edge it feels like I’m going to crack open.
“I’m looking for your firstaid kit.”
His head tilts and he studies me with eyes that are so pure and clear that diamonds would be jealous.
“Did you reorganize all of this?”
Oh. Oops. I didn’t think about him being upset.
My cheeks begin to heat. “Yeah, I… I’m so sorry. I know some people are funny about their stuff. I was just looking for some pain relievers for Griff.”
His expression is unreadable.
What is it with this guy? He gives poker face a whole new level of meaning.
My pulse speeds even more. His gaze is palpable on my skin.
The skin that’s now under a jacket that belongs tohim. One I found in his gear.
Awkward.
I shift and put a box down that was open on my lap. His box.
“I borrowed your coat.”
No answer.
Yikes.
“Are you upset?”
His mouth compresses, the icy blue of his eyes punches through the dim light like knives. “I’m too fucking tired to care.”
I can relate. But the true extent of his fatigue hits me. He’s a walking zombie. “Scout, you should lie down.”
He looks around the truck, even considers the ground as if he might obey my command. I swear I see him swaying on his feet.
“It’s tempting. Come on. Get out of there. The ambulance is taking you and Griff.”
I scoot toward him, sliding a few things aside to make apath. “Really?”
“I’m not one to joke around. Would have thought you figured that out by now.”
I keep my mouth shut this time. Scout is angry, and rightly so. He’s had a terrible night. I mean he had to…
Gulp. A shiver races down my arms.