The Protector of Ambra (Mercenaries of Fortune, #5) by Lyn Brittan

Author:Lyn Brittan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: travel romance, military romance, culinary romance, military seal soldier sergeant seal intrigue spy agent, vacation romance, culinary cozy, baker
Publisher: Gryy Brown Press
Published: 2016-08-18T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Pierce should have been on the first flight to Boston by now. Instead, he was in the middle of the jungle sewing up the back of a half-drugged innocent woman.

The wound would hurt. The bullet sliced through flesh, but the cut was long, rather than deep. It looked much worse than it had been, though not something he’d have wished on anyone. Especially her.

Knocking her out had been an extreme option. Something localized to dull the pain would have done the trick. He justified it a few ways. One, the half-hour drive away from the monastery had been hard and off-road. It wasn’t a sure thing that she could handle the pain. Two, her face had done him in. She’d gone from strong and secure to looking about done with life. He didn’t think she was the type for hysterics, but back there wasn’t the place to test it.

Pierce rolled up his traveling surgical kit and reached for her shirt hanging across the rolled down window. He’d taken it off her to doctor her wound. When he worked on her, she was his patient.

Now though...

He reminded himself that she was still his patient. Without the immediacy of pain and death, it took a little extra work. She was beautiful and he hated himself for noticing.

In the interest of not becoming that guy, he roughly pulled her arms into her sleeves, washed up and started driving.

Half an hour later, she started to come to. “Pierce?”

“You officially beat your grandmother in cool story contests. At this point, it’s done. You win forever. I put in a few stitches. Don’t worry about—”

“Water,” she said. Her eyes remained closed. She greedily gulped what he offered, not slowing even when he warned her about how rough coming out of anesthesia could be. “I can handle myself.”

“You may feel the urge to get sick. That’s totally normal.”

“I’m fine.”

“Melody—”

“Someone died because of me. Because of you. I don’t know who I’m more disgusted with.”

“I didn’t—”

“You killed a man for a toy.”

“I killed a man for an ancient...no, I didn’t actually. But had I removed him from this earth, it would have been to save your life. You’re welcome by the way. Oh and in case you were wondering, the guy who tried to kill you will be just fine. His shoulder might hurt, but otherwise I’m afraid you’ll have to find something else to be angry about. Like that time I saved your phone or that day I sewed your back up or maybe that time when I try to save your job at the risk of losing my own.”

Melody snapped her arms around her waist and turned to the window.

“You need to throw up?”

“Nope.”

“Are you having a tantrum?”

“Just drive.”

Pierce dropped it. He wasn’t going to sit there and catch an attitude from this woman after all he’d done today.

It took a few minutes of stony silence for his rage to clamp down a little. He wasn’t sure what annoyed him more. Her ungratefulness or that she thought he’d take a life so carelessly.

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