Hot Soldier Cowboy (The Blackjacks Book 2) by Cindy Dees

Author:Cindy Dees [Dees, Cindy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Cynthia M. Dees
Published: 2017-10-17T18:30:00+00:00

A tap on his foot woke Mac up. He lifted his head and saw Dutch squatting at the opening of the tent. The blond man gestured for him to come outside. Mac slid his arm carefully out from under Susan’s head. Even though his side was sweaty where she’d been plastered against him, he already missed the feeling of her. He stepped out into bright sunshine. It must be approaching noon.

“What’s up, Dutch?”

“Ruala and his gang just packed up and drove away.”

Mac stared. “You’re kidding. Why?”

Dutch shrugged. “Your guess is as good as mine.”

Mac swore under his breath. They didn’t have the manpower both to protect Susan and track Ruala to figure out what he was up to now. “We need Doc and Howdy back here ASAP. Have you called headquarters? We need an estimated time of arrival on those two.”

Dutch nodded grimly and held up his cell phone. “I was just getting ready to make the call. Thought I’d let you know what was up first.”

Mad nodded his thanks. “I’ll make the call. Why don’t you hit the rack? You look beat.”

“You look worse, you old fart.” Dutch grinned as he crouched down in front of tent. “Mind if I cuddle up with your girl?”

Mac snorted. “You wanna die young?”

Dutch’s chuckle was joined by a distinctly feminine sound of surprise. Mac looked down guiltily as Susan stared up at him incredulously from the opening of the tent. Whoops. “Uh, hi, Suzie. I was just about to call headquarters.” Flustered, he made a big production out of taking the cell phone Dutch held out to him.

He frowned down at the phone. Digital technology. State-of-the-art satellite reception. And transmission.

He said low, “I think I know how Ramon Ruala found Susan out here so damn fast.”

Dutch poked his head out of the tent. And glanced in the direction of Mac’s gaze. He grunted in surprise. “You think Ruala got this phone number?”

Mac nodded grimly. “It would explain a lot.”

Susan peered up at him. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he commented lightly. “I’m about to call Colonel Foley.”

She nodded, but the worried expression didn’t leave her eyes. Damn. And then a male voice spoke in his ear. Colonel Foley.

“Identify yourself.”

“Mac Conlon here, sir. We need an ETA on Doc and Howdy. Ruala’s made contact with us but he just bugged out. Could be headed back to the ranch. We could use some backup. Go ahead.” The phrase go ahead signaled the colonel that he wasn’t in a position to say much and that the colonel should ask some yes-no questions for Mac to answer.

Foley asked on cue, “Did Ruala make an attempt on Susan’s life?”

“Yes,” Mac answered.

Alarm laced the colonel’s voice. “Are you in danger, now?”

“Not right away,” Mac answered vaguely.

“But soon,” Foley replied grimly.

“Oh, yeah.”

“Does Susan want out of the op?”

“No way.”

“Any chance you could talk her into leaving?”

“Nope.”

Foley swore under his breath. Then said, “I assume a full-blown FBI SWAT team would send Ruala running for the hills, never to be seen again?”

“Undoubtedly,” Mac replied.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.