Operation Summer Storm by Karlene Blakemore-Mowle

Author:Karlene Blakemore-Mowle [Blakemore-Mowle, Karlene]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Suspense, helicopters, Pacific Ocean, romantic, Bali, Hostage, military romance, Hawaii, Cambodia, mission, extraction, guns, Operation Summer Storm, jungle, Karlene Blakemore-Mowle, Marines, Dog- tags, special forces, rescue, (¯`'•.¸//(*_*)\\¸.•'´¯)
ISBN: 9781615725878
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Goodreads: 13408860
Publisher: Eternal Press
Published: 2010-10-25T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

“I didn’t mean to take it out on you,” Tate said.

Summer froze as she realized who it was holding her. Drying her eyes, she took a deep breath and lifted her head. “I’m sorry I shot you,” she apologized, starting to cry once more.

Tate groaned as he took in her swollen, red eyes and trembling lips, and thought he’d never been more turned on in his entire life—which showed what a truly sick, sadistic bastard he really was.

He hadn’t meant to take it out on her. The rush of relief when he’d made it out alive—after fearing he might not—was one thing. Realizing the only thing he would regret if he died would be he wouldn’t get to see this confounded woman who lay beside him now again—well, that was a different matter altogether. To say the emotion caught him off guard had been an understatement.

He looked deep into those wet, bottomless blue eyes and felt himself falling. This was not supposed to happen, he thought in a desperate attempt to claw and grab at some kind of sanity. He couldn’t get involved with a woman like Summer. He had nothing to offer a woman who deserved to have everything…

Then there was the small matter of this file she held...

He cursed whatever cosmic force had dropped Summer Sheldon in his life, dangling such an unattainable thing in front of his nose at a time when nothing in his life made sense and everything—including his own life—was merely on loan.

“Don’t cry.” he stroked her arm softly. Don’t wear me down till I can’t remember all the honorable reasons why I can’t have you, was what he was really thinking.

Summer wiped her tears and straightened her shoulders. “I’m sorry,” she said, and seemed embarrassed by her loss of composure, combing damp hair from her face with her fingers.

“It’s been rough.”

“Not as rough as she had it,” she said, looking over at her sister across the aircraft.

Tate watched her—weighing up something that had been eating at him since he first saw her being dragged into camp by those two rebels. “Summer did they…did anything…happen to you?” he stumbled clumsily over his words, dreading the answer.

She looked at him in surprise but he saw she knew what he was really asking. “No.”

Slowly the tension went out of his shoulders and he breathed easier. He nodded, and then squeezed her hand. “I would have never forgiven myself if something had happened to you,” he told her in a very un-Tate like manner.

“I knew the risks, coming here,” she reminded him.

Summer glanced over at her sister and saw she was awake, and watching them with undisguised curiosity. “I want to thank you for everything you did for Willow and the others. I know I was a real pain, and did some pretty shitty things to make you do it, but I’ll never forget what you’ve done.”

Tate wanted to remind her she shouldn’t thank him yet. They still had unfinished business to tend to—but he didn’t have the heart to bust her bubble just yet.

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