Hero - The Assignment: A Military Romance by Parker M. S

Author:Parker, M. S. [Parker, M. S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance
Publisher: Belmonte Publishing, LLC
Published: 2015-11-14T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Haze

LAX was a cluster of angry business travelers shouting into their phones, people with dark sunglasses expecting they could cut to the front of the long lines, and tourists squealing with excitement over the bright and sunny weather. I wanted to smile as widely as any of the gawking tourists, but I put on my sunglasses and reminded myself I had a job to do. I'd enjoy being here, but work came first.

I'd been telling myself that from the moment I decided to accept the job offer. The only way I could keep from feeling guilty was to promise myself that I'd keep myself focused on the work. Nothing else.

I grabbed my duffel bag and headed toward the bank of taxicabs. In front of me was a line of drivers with white paper signs, waiting to escort various people to sleek, air-conditioned cars. I was surprised when a second glance showed my name on one of the signs.

“Mr. Welch?” the driver asked as I walked up to him.

“Yes.”

I shook my head when he offered to take my duffel bag, and without another word, he led me to a glossy, black town car.

“Mr. Pope sent me to pick you up, sir.”

“Thank you,” I said. I didn't bother to tell him not to call me 'sir.' I'd find out what Mr. Pope's policy was on that first.

The driver opened the trunk of the car, carefully placed my duffel bag inside, and then opened the back door of the car for me. I slid inside, careful not to tilt my head to the right, and relaxed against the soft leather seat.

Flying had never bothered me before, but take off and landing now terrified me. Dr. Bouton had warned me before leaving Cedar-Sinai that the changing pressure could affect my inner ear. Both times now, I'd followed every piece of advice from the motion sickness bracelets to chewing gum to forcing myself to yawn. I'd felt like a fool, but somehow, something had worked and I'd been okay.

Maybe it’s gone, I thought suddenly.

I carefully tilted my head, stretching my neck little by little until the point was reached and I felt the familiar wave of dizziness. I gripped the handle of the car door and focused on the back of my hand. Even though the physical sensation was disorienting, I was training myself to be still and steady until it passed. It was taking less time now, which was a good thing. Or at least it would've been if I hadn't been wanting a full recovery.

“Not used to LA traffic?” the driver asked, obviously mistaking my actions for being nervous.

The vertigo passed, and I peeled my grip from the door handle. I relaxed against the leather seat again and looked out the window.

“Does anyone get used to it?” I asked.

“I've been driving here for ten years, the past eight for Mr. Pope. It's crazy, but you'll get used to it.”

“Eight years for Mr. Pope?” I asked. “What's he like?”

After I’d signed the lawyer’s contracts in triplicate, I'd gone straight to my computer to look up Devlin Pope.

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