Honor Reclaimed by Tonya Burrows

Author:Tonya Burrows [Burrows, Tonya]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Contemporary, Suspense, wilde security, romantic suspense, Romance, Maya Banks, military, Suzanne Brockmann, Laura Kaye
ISBN: 9781622662548
Amazon: 1622662547
Barnesnoble: 1622662547
Goodreads: 18594360
Publisher: Entangled: Select
Published: 2014-05-27T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-One

Kabul

“Paulie, wait!”

Quinn froze halfway out the shelter’s front door as his surroundings snapped to sudden, vivid clearness.

What the fuck? Where was he? What was he doing? And what had Zina just called him…?

He spun and found her standing under the archway between the foyer and the dining room, chewing on her thumbnail.

“What did you just call me?”

“Um, Paulie.” As if realizing she was gnawing her nail to the nub, she winced and folded her arms over her chest. “You’ve been insisting that’s your name since you got back this morning.”

“Paulie?” It felt like a foreign word on his tongue. Yeah, it had been his at one time, but he hadn’t been Benjamin Paul Jewett Jr. or Paulie in nearly twenty years. Hadn’t even thought of himself by that name since he legally changed it to Travis Benjamin Quinn, after his maternal grandfather and his adoptive parents. “No, I’m Quinn. Call me Quinn.”

Her eyes all but bugged out of her pretty face. “Okay. I have to ask, are you all right? You’ve been acting…strange and insisting I call you by a different name for the last several hours. That’s not normal and I don’t want you around my girls if—” She seemed to search for the right words. “If you’re not healthy.”

“If I’m crazy, you mean?”

“I kind of think your whole team is crazy, so that’s not saying much.” She shook her head, huffed out a breath, and turned to go back into the dining room. “Just try to avoid the girls as much as possible, okay?”

“Not a problem.” He’d rather shoot himself in the foot than deal with a flock of teenage girls.

He stepped outside and sucked in a lungful of cool, dry November air.

Fucking blackout.

He knew stress was a trigger and should have expected it after his visit to Bagram this morning. Commander Bennett hadn’t welcomed him with open arms. In fact, Bennett’s response basically boiled down to, “Thanks, but I know about your brain injury and I don’t really trust a thing coming out of your mouth. Good seeing you again, though. Have a nice day.”

Now he got what it must feel like to be Seth, to have everyone around you think you’re crazy. And without being free to reveal how he came across the information about the nuke, he probably had sounded off his rocker.

Maybe he was.

Paulie?

What was that all about? Some kind of regression? His doctors had mentioned something about lapsing into fugue states, but they’d said it was a possibility. They’d also given him a lot of other possibilities throughout his recovery, starting with their first prognosis that he’d be a veggie for the rest of his life. Well, he’d shocked the hell out of them when he opened his eyes a month later, pulled out his IVs, and tried to get out of bed to find Gabe and make sure he was okay.

So fuck the docs and their possibilities. They even admitted they didn’t know much about the area in his brain that had been damaged when his head had an up-close-and-personal encounter with the car windshield.

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