Thunder Island by Meryl Sawyer

Author:Meryl Sawyer
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781504027205
Publisher: Open Road Media Romance

Chapter 18

Kyle helped the other men secure laptops and sensitive files in another underground bunker near where he’d put his equipment. They were stashing gear so quickly that Kyle hoped someone was keeping a log or they would play hell finding everything again.

Commander Dowd stormed in, yelling, “Hurry up! Hurry up!”

“What’s the rush?” Kyle asked.

“Frances is a goddamned rough hurricane. She just changed course and is gaining strength as well as speed. She’s dead-heading for Key West.”

“Aw, shit!” Kyle hustled to put things away, but his mind was on Jennifer and the others on remote Sunset Key. Trevor’s home had a basement, and he knew Trevor had lived in the area long enough to be prepared for a disaster like this. Still, he couldn’t help being uneasy.

They completed the project and Dowd ordered his men to remain in the bunker until the hurricane passed over. Dowd could order his men to remain on the base, but Kyle was free to leave. If he went to the dock, he could get some kind of boat to Sunset Key.

Even if he couldn’t rent or borrow a boat, he could swim the narrow channel. Hell, he had been a SEAL and had swum longer distances in rougher water. He had to make sure Jennifer was safe.

Leaving the bunker, Kyle spotted Brody. “Hawke, may I borrow your Harley? I’ll stow it in a safe place.”

“Ah, yeah. Sure, man.” Brody handed Kyle the keys, but he didn’t look too thrilled about it.

Kyle raced out of the building and streaked across the parking lot, ignoring the hitch in his knee. The wind howled through the palms with a snapping sound like whips. The heavy air was rain scented and crackled with electricity. Any second the heavens would open and rain would pummel the earth. He’d been through three hurricanes and knew what to expect. It would be the leading edge of the storm. Worse would follow.

He jumped on the Harley and gunned the engine, intending to drive to the docks, stow the Harley in one of the warehouse basements. Hell-bent for leather, as his father used to say, he sped down the dark black top road leading off the base. He leaned hard into the turn near the firing range.

He blinked twice, not quite believing he’d spotted Jennifer’s car. What in hell was she doing here? He swung the Harley to the side and drove into the lot and parked next to Jennifer’s car.

Inside, his footsteps echoed through the empty corridor as he rushed to the firing range. He figured Jennifer must still be blaming herself for shooting Sadie, but practicing during a hurricane was damn stupid.

He found her standing there without earphones, firing away. The back of the range was littered with discarded paper targets. From the looks of them, Jennifer was improving.

“What in hell are you doing?” he yelled.

She spun around, pointing the gun at him. Instinctively, he ducked and lunged for her. His hand locked around her wrist. The gun dropped to the floor with a clank.

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