CHAPTER 12
Flyer didn’t know why Ireland had suddenly stiffened in his arms and pulled away, then hurried off like the hounds of hell were nipping at his ass, but he knew something was wrong. Maybe hearing how much danger they truly were in had him scared and the man needed a moment to hide and control himself. Flyer wasn’t sure, but the one thing he was certain about, was how amazing it felt to have Ireland sit on his lap. It felt…right.
“So how have you been holding up?” Wade asked, and Flyer could hear the genuine concern in his commander’s voice.
He shook his head and pushed all thoughts from his mind except the situation. Even though he couldn’t see, and his injured arm wouldn’t help them, Flyer needed to report everything to his commander and the team. They needed all the intel th
