Fragile Bonds by Adelaide Walsh

Author:Adelaide Walsh [Walsh, Adelaide]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-09-10T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

"So, you going to tell me where we are going?" I asked from the passenger seat of a big black SUV that just screamed diplomat.

"Patience, reinita, you'll survive if you let me take the lead for a minute."

I rolled my eyes. Could you be any more arrogant? He grinned, every inch the self-satisfied, proverbial king of the castle. I supported my head in my hand as I leaned into the passenger door, watching my beautiful Bogotá whip by, turn into the lush greenery of the deep rainforest. The roads became rougher the further away from the city we got. The leaves and trees of the rainforest fighting an unending battle to reclaim the concrete paths in the name of the jungle. Despite the beautiful, sunny start we'd had to the day, a misty rain began to fall, fogging up the windows as it evaporated into a frothy fog.

We'd made the drive thus far in silence, the sexual tension between us fading in the time it took us to get to the car. The confined space of the vehicle did nothing but give me a hyper awareness of just how little I actually knew about the man sitting beside me. Logic aside, there was a hum of awareness strung between us that made it feel like we'd had more time together than we actually did.

As the trees overhead merged to create a thick canopy, Joaquín broke the silence. “Do you get visions often?"

"No, never. Well..." I stopped to consider just how much I should giveaway here, and then just decided to stop fucking caring. "I've had this knowing all my life. Always kinda been in the right place at the right time."

He gave me a side-eyed glance. "Bet that's a helpful little trick."

"It has saved my ass a time or two."

"Yeah? Like when?" The unhidden curiosity in him obliterated the tough alpha image and I was overwhelmed with the thought of this wild, competent man as a small boy. So, I told him a story.

"I was once in Balkadahr in Afghanistan, covering a deployment of aid workers from Colombia. The whole city was being almost constantly bombed and the little field hospital the doctors had set up had to be moved daily to avoid the damage.

“They were doing a really good job, too. They were helping people. Mostly civilians, but also the occasional downed soldier who needed help right away but wouldn't make it to a safer base. The guy in charge was ex-Mossad, and he was doing everything he could to keep his people safe.

“One day, we all had helped to move the camp. Based on the airstrikes that had been happening all night we were in a good spot, figured we'd be safe for at least the day. We were just about as far out of the city as we could get and still be able to get electricity and have access to the allied supply drops. The move had taken all night, everyone was exhausted, most the doctors were sleeping in shifts.

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