The Rogue Horse Recovery: Book One of the Recovery and Marine Salvage Inc Series (Recovery and Marine Salvage, Inc.) by Poindexter Chris

Author:Poindexter, Chris [Poindexter, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2015-02-25T16:00:00+00:00

7

I WOKE UP with Amber wedged against the wall next me. She was using my arm as pillow, and it was now asleep. It would have been nice to enjoy that moment, gauging by the amount of light leaking in around the curtain we had plenty of time, but my arm hurt and I had to pee. I gave it a minute hoping she’d move but, when patience failed I pulled my arm free as gently as the situation allowed.

“You didn’t wake me up,” she said sleepily, punctuating the rebuke by reaching across to hit me. “Don’t do that.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said heavily.

“It’s not funny,” she said with a sleepy heaviness of her own, “I woke up alone out there.”

“Sorry,” I mumbled, “you were sound asleep.” But I was talking to myself. Amber rolled over to claim the pillow and middle of the bed and promptly went back to sleep in the way medical and military people can do.

I made my way down the passageway to the head and met Q on the way back to the room.

“Deek and V headed out a while ago,” he informed.

“How are we doing for time?” Truthfully, I already had a good idea.

“We should get going in another hour or so,” he answered. “You going to wake Tinker Bell?” His nickname for Amber, which was as close to a term of endearment as you’d ever get out of Q.

“Yeah,” I said heavily, not looking forward to that, “we’re going to need her to make the drop after lunch.”

It was a nice morning so we agreed to meet on the upstairs deck.

Waking up Amber from a sound sleep was a reminder that she was not that far from being a teenager. She groaned at first, then her medical training suddenly kicked in and she sat up.

“Fuck,” she said, hanging her head. I told her where breakfast would be as she shuffled down the hall to the head, still mumbling “fuck, fuck, fuck” under her breath. The joy of youth.

It was a gorgeous Florida morning and the Lilly’s upper deck was the perfect place to enjoy it. I once again breathed grateful thanks for the caretaker who had slipped in early to set up coffee, rolls and a fruit platter. Two empty used cups and one dirty plate deposited in a small trash can announced that V and Deek had coffee together before slipping away.

“I’ll bet that was an interesting conversation,” Q said, noting my gaze.

“I’m sure it was,” I agreed. “Did you feel something change last night...between them?”

Q mulled that one over for a moment. “Maybe. You never can tell with her, though.”

That was truth and a character assessment all in one line. One never could tell with V. It was like being friends with a tiger. Just when you think you’re buddies and let your guard down the animal reasserts its primal self and rips your throat out. There were men, but not many and not very long. The women lasted longer but one day they disappeared as well.

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