Tyler's Woman by Jan Springer

Author:Jan Springer [Springer, Jan]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Hunter could hear voices. They seemed to come from somewhere far away but instincts told him it sounded far because of his level of consciousness. The guards must have beaten him again. He must have refused to do something. He couldn’t remember what.

He concentrated on the voices. One man. No, two maybe three men. And one woman. They must have kidnapped her and brought her to the prison to amuse themselves. But this woman’s voice sounded different. Not afraid or begging for mercy, but worried and soft. She spoke English. So who was she? She sounded familiar.

He found himself licking his lips. Dry. Painfully dry. He could use some water. Knew it would be fruitless to ask for a drink. They wouldn’t give him anything until they were good and ready. He’d wait the bastards out. Wouldn’t beg. But fuck, he was thirsty. And he had one badly aching shoulder. Had they broken it? His lungs burned too with his every breath and he could smell smoke on his body.

He should open his eyes. Let the captors know he was awake. Maybe they’d take pity on him. He almost laughed at that thought. They took pity on no one. They especially enjoyed torturing the American prisoners who’d been fool enough to get caught.

Just as he’d been a fool to join the Wars. No. He wasn’t a fool. He’d come to fight. To help eliminate the bastards who’d taken his Melanie.

Ah shit, Mel. Why’d you have to go and die on me?

No, don’t go there. Don’t think of Mel. She’s dead and buried. The past. He needed to be cold and disconnected where she was concerned or he’d never be able to go on. But shit, he’d loved her.

Stop. Get her out of your head.

Hunter forced himself to open his eyes and blinked back tears. A room rolled into focus. He wasn’t in his cell. Where then? The ceiling above him was white plaster not grungy gray concrete. The walls decorated in vertical stripes. Burgundy, pale yellow and beige. American wallpaper. Not metal bars. What was going on?

Her feminine scent slammed into him a split second before he saw her.

Laura.

His heart clenched with such sweet warmth he could only attribute it to a feeling of love. Love for another man’s woman. Tyler’s woman. A man who was willing to share her with him. But would she even want him? And how dare he even consider asking her that question? She didn’t love him. She loved Tyler. He loved Tyler. In a caring kind of way. In a twisted sexual kind of way. And he wanted her. She was the reason he was still alive. Although she didn’t know it.

Man, she had the prettiest lashes. The softest-looking blonde hair. Honey-colored. Her lips were the shape of a cupid’s bow. The bottom lip plump and so sensually curved he could nibble on it all day long.

“Hey, you’re awake.” She smiled such a gorgeous smile that he felt lightheaded from the onslaught of emotions spiraling through him.

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