Somewhere in the distance the ship’s horn bellowed a warning—get aboard or be left behind. And still they ran.
There was no question of talking now. Their breath rasped in and out. Disharmonious, desperate.
Impossibly, Drake slapped the pace up once more.
With no idea how she could maintain it, she did the same. The setting was now for a four-minute mile—a record no woman had yet achieved.
It was unsustainable, but she’d be damned if some gorgeous flyboy was going to outrun a DEVGRU SEAL. There was honor to maintain.
Her arms were pumping so hard to keep her balance that they, too, ached with lactic acid buildup.
He groaned aloud against the agony of their run.
And still it built.
Thirty seconds.
A minute.
One and a half.
The scream of frustration ripped from her throat as her b
