Kodiak by Zoe Dawson

Author:Zoe Dawson [Dawson, Zoe]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blue Moon Ceative
Published: 2024-01-05T18:30:00+00:00

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For the next three days, Kaiya rested, ate some delicious chow chow Kodiak made, and by the fourth day she was ready to get back to work. She was in the shower, washing off three days of recovery, enjoying the pain-free movement. All that was left were a few cuts; her bruises had faded into a bluish-purple and black.

Their investigation had come to a screeching halt and each of them felt the pressure of time running out. David Larkin was still at large and the AFP, base security, and the SEALs still searching for him. His wife was frantic. No luck in finding even a whisper of information regarding the NSH Four as they’d been dubbed: Barry Turner, Sonny Robinson, Heath Ferguson, and Louis Campbell. Unfortunately, Archie Baker was still uncommunicative, and he was their best lead so far. Her gut told her he was the dangling string that, if pulled, would unravel the whole plot associated with him. It concerned her that they had four suspects and three possible attacks. One had already been confirmed with David Larkin on the loose, his target: US Naval Base Sydney and to top it off, the lead to find the women NSH had abducted was stalled.

She turned off the water and basked in the warmth of the bathroom, pushing back the curtain and grabbing a towel off the rack. Gingerly, she blotted her face, then wiped down her neck. Stepping out of the shower unit, she toweled the remaining parts of her body, then wrapped her hair into the terry.

Over the course of her recovery, she had a lot of time to think about what Kodiak had said about her deep guilt and sense of failure regarding Afghanistan. Discovering how close her sense of self, her very identity, was mixed up in that swirl of anguish, helped her to see things so much more clearly. With clarity also came healing. She was still raw about it, but his understanding and support had gone a long way to mending some of the pain associated with the whole incident.

She had been wrong to blanket blame all Americans. She knew from firsthand experience how unfair it was to generalize.

The other problem she was having was keeping her hands off him. From that first morning when she’d seen him in all his almost naked glory, she had many and varied fever dreams about him.

She’d woken up, her body still hurting, her face still swollen, her mind in a sleep and medication daze to see him bending over her. Normally, his pitch-black hair was combed off his face, but he was just out of the shower fresh, those thick, glossy strands tousled around his head, the ends curled damply around the back of his jaw, framing his uniquely handsome face, accentuating those high cheekbones of his, along with those full lips, his strong jaw, and powerful neck.

And his body. Where to start? Broad Grand Canyon shoulders, with a wide chest spanning between them, his pecs well-defined, and

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