Saxon: MM Military Suspense (Tags of Honor Book 6) by Annabella Stone

Author:Annabella Stone
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2021-07-29T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

SAXON CLOSED the door of his house behind Rick and him. Fuck me, I’m too old for this shit. Every muscle in his body ached, even ones he hadn’t been entirely sure existed. Noble had run them through the course, then on sparring matches. He moved his jaw from side to side, feeling it click. That fucker Castiel had given him a loose tooth with that haymaker punch. Jesus, he knew he should duck right instead of left, but every damn time he picked wrong.

“I hurt everywhere.” Rick flopped onto the couch. “Your team, they don’t pull punches.”

“Training is where we can fuck up without putting anyone in danger,” Saxon propped his ass against the wall and lifted one foot to open his laces. “They wanted to see what you are made of.”

“Pain and bruises.” Rick made himself at home on the couch, lying back with an arm covering his face. “That’s what I’m made of.”

“How’s your eye?”

“Ya mean the one that got thumped with the butt of a gun the other day?” Rick asked. “The same one Drax ground into the mat, that one?”

“Yeah.”

He wasn’t one to normally bitch about ouchies, but maybe if he played this one up a bit, Saxon might baby him. “It fucking hurts.” He lowered his arm. “You got ice?”

“I should have in the kitchen.” Saxon’s fingers fumbled with the lace on his second boot. “You want me to get you some?”

“Yeah.” Should he tell him about the shoulder burn too? Nah, that’d be overkill. He was over that one. Now that it had scabbed over, it did little more than pull when he stretched it.

Saxon finished with his boots and kicked them to one side. Eh, it was only him and Rick here. If they fell over his boots, it was their own fault. He’d pick them up later and put them next to the bed. Bed? Shit, he only had one. Striding into the kitchen, he opened the freezer and rooted through the drawers. He’d put a bag of ice in here the other day. Wait, nope, he’d brought it out for the beer bucket the night before Rick had called him to say he was in Italy. He hadn’t had time to replace it. Shuffling the bags in the freezer he looked for something suitable. Carrots, nope, asparagus... also nope. His hand closed around the last bag, and he turned it over, “Ah, there’s no ice, Rick, will peas do?”

“Are they frozen?”

“Yup.”

Then I don’t care if it’s peas,” Rick lifted up onto his elbows to see over the back of the couch. “But if they’re defrosted, they fucking stink.”

“Don’t I know it.” Saxon grabbed the bag of vegetables and shut the freezer. “Once when we were in Turkey, the aircon went out in the trucks and we travelled with frozen fucking peas for days. As soon as they defrosted, they fucking smelled like shit.”

“Same, except it was Jalalabad.” Rick took the peas and placed them against his forehead, covering his eye.

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