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“Another hour,” the woman insisted, “and I would have been standing out in the yard.”
“We’re here now,” Hal snapped.
Irritation was another new emotion in Teresa’s catalog of unexpected sides to Hal Waldman. Accepting a woman without question, not caught staring at her too often, a sense of humor, and now irritation—proving that he actually did have emotions. What else was hidden behind the Master Sergeant’s all-business tough-guy mask?
Of course, she’d be irritated too if she’d had to subdue the man in his own bed. Neither the gag nor having his hands and feet bound had silenced him; that had taken Hal resting the barrel of his HK416 rifle against his chest and flicking off the safety.
“What does it matter, lady? Let’s get moving before your guards wake up.”
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