The Price of Valor by Susan May Warren

Author:Susan May Warren
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary Romance;Love Wtories;FIC042040;FIC027020;FIC027260
ISBN: 9781493426621
Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
Published: 2020-09-02T00:00:00+00:00

Of course Signe was going back to Minnesota with him. She’d practically said as much.

Ham was simply letting the past taint his future.

Because, in his mind, he was standing in front of her tiny apartment in Berkeley, flowers in hand, his life slowly shredding as Signe’s roommate told him she’d left.

Him.

And he was hearing her voice in the elevator . . . “I’m just trying to keep ahead of my bad decisions. And just trying to make the next right one.”

Please, let the next right one be to return home, with him.

Because he also couldn’t forget, “You’re the love of my life. Don’t you think I want to be with you?”

That sat in his chest like a hot ember, spreading through him.

The love of her life.

If only she hadn’t left him already—twice.

His conversation with Orion hadn’t helped either, one he kept turning over in his head.

“Do you think Signe has been brainwashed? You said she was in a terrorist camp for the past ten years—”

Shoot, it too closely mirrored his own thoughts, and . . . “Would you do it? Choose your country over Jenny?”

He couldn’t go there.

Please, God, don’t make him choose.

Better to just keep holding on to Signe, to try to sleep despite the throb in his arm, his leg.

His heart.

So really, so much for sleeping. He lay down beside Signe and apparently finally dozed off, because when he woke, Signe was up and nudging him. “I found some coffee.”

Sunlight drizzled in through the windows. The hallways had filled up—people moving in from the courtyard, or perhaps just finding the school as a place of refuge. Families, dirty and injured, huddled under blankets, their faces betraying the stripping of their lives.

A woman nursed her infant under a jacket, her husband standing over her, his arms crossed, as if a sentry. An elderly man lay with what looked like his school-aged grandson next to him.

“Can you sit up?” Signe crouched next to him.

She had washed her face, put her hair back in a messy bun, and now she held the coffee out to him. “The stoves are working, so the gas hasn’t been shut off.”

“We need to get out of here and get some medical help to these people,” Ham said as he sat up, trying to bite back a groan. He took the coffee.

“I told you I had an idea.”

“I’m all ears.” The coffee fed his bones, strong and bracing.

“Is the ability to hot-wire a scooter still in your bag of tricks?”

He glanced at her. “You remember that?”

“Mmmhmm. Did you ever find the keys to your bike?”

“Nope.” He took another sip. Yes, they just might survive this.

Jenny came down the hallway, carrying a glass of water. She stopped next to the elderly man and helped him take a drink. He grabbed her hand and said something to her. The boy translated, and Jenny nodded.

“Jenny,” Ham said quietly, but his voice echoed down the hallway.

She came over to him. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” He nodded to the kid. “Who is that?”

“His name’s Gio.

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