4
Deep breathing barely pulled Luke back from the edge.
Pine scent.
Not jungle.
Dry air.
Better.
He’d been civilian for six months now, and no day was easier. The only easy day was yesterday! He kept repeating the SEAL motto to himself, but it wasn’t helping. “Yesterday” had totally sucked as well.
There was no way to predict when it was going to slap him; half his team gone between one breath and the next.
They’d been deep in the Democratic Republic of the Congo having a quiet moment in a quiet town. The woman had strolled by where they were eating lunch with a basket of melons balanced on her head. The brightly-colored flowing kanga had hidden only parts of her fine form; the part that had been five kilos of explosives. The blast had ripped her, half his team, and one whole end o
