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Page 33 of Sweet Refuge

“What are all you guys doing in here?” A beautiful woman shoved her way through the wall of muscle. The SEALs parted like the Red Sea for Moses, and Gia barreled over to stand beside Lena. “Clear out, guys. Give the woman some room to work.”

“And take your tequila with you,” Lena added. She kept her stare trained on the counter while counting to ten. The wave of nausea really wassostrong. How was she ever going to finish preparing the meal?

The guys filed out. Gia hurried over to a cabinet and pulled out a first-aid kit. She rummaged around for a moment and returned to Lena.

She held up a small square packet. “Here.”

“An alcohol prep pad? What am I supposed to do with that?”

“Hold it under your nose until the nausea dissipates.”

Lena’s stomach bubbled, and she was certain half of her sick feeling now came from Gia’s words.

“What are you talking about?” she managed to say.

“Girl. You’re not tossing back shots with your team.” Gia’s beautiful eyes burned with compassion. “How far along?”

Okay, now her stomach washeaving.

She snatched the pad and tore it open. As soon as she held it under her nose and got a whiff of the strong scent, her stomach began to settle. Weak and sweaty, she stared at Sparrow’s wife and the soon-to-be mother of his child. She wasn’t surprised Gia picked up on her condition right away.

“Please,” she whispered. “No one knows.”

Gia squeezed her arm. “We’re girls. We keep secrets. No worries.”

After another rough minute, the nausea vanished like fog blown out to sea. She lowered the pad from her nose.

“Good trick. Thanks, G.”

“I went through a ton of those things the first trimester.” She pitched her voice to a murmur. “You wanna talk about it?”

Lena absolutely did not want to talk about it. Or even think about it. But she wasn’t a person who ran away from conflict. She mentally armed herself and sprinted into the fight.

Only this time, she wasn’t armed with anything but regret and fear and a lot of remorse.

“Thanks, but I’m not ready to talk about it.” She handed her friend the chopping knife. “Maybe you’ll help me out by finishing the guac?”

With a smile, she took the knife. “Of course. I have your six, too, Lena.”

Her heart warmed and she blinked back the sting of tears. In the line of duty, she relied on Blackout. Now she’d found a new ally.

* * * * *

Slade rested his arm along the back of the sofa and propped his boots on the coffee table. The gathering was still in full swing, and the guys were even in rarer form ever since learning they were free for a few days.

These times were pretty unusual for either Blackout team. But ever since they took down one of the biggest terrorist threats in recent years a few months back, they’d seen a few breaks in the clouds.

Off to the side of the room, a bunch of guys were deep in the tequila and a game of poker. A few women clustered on another sofa, heads together as they looked at pictures on another’s phone, talking and laughing, at ease in the confidence that the men they loved would shift the world on its axis to keep them safe.

Like he would for Lena.

Lena.

He let the breath in his lungs trickle out his nose in a long sigh. He’d been watching her all night. He’d never stop watching her or watchingoverher.

If they were in the same place, he could never take his eyes off her. Fuck, she was beautiful, strong and sexy. Her spunk had drawn him in like a bee to honey from the first time he set eyes on her.

Everyone had been calling her Mrs. Smith all night after the character in that movie where the bombshell blasted in armed to the teeth with a high-powered rifle and enough sex appeal to drop a man in his tracks.




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