Trust Under Fire (Operation: Hot Spot Book 2) by McCallan Trish

Author:McCallan, Trish [McCallan, Trish]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Trish McCallan Inc
Published: 2016-06-28T16:00:00+00:00

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Emma glanced around her trashed bedroom. At least they were making progress, although it was taking forever since her pace was snail slow these days.

“Ah, Miss…I can’t let you do that.” The slow to smile, far too serious young man Tag had introduced as Milly stepped forward to ease the laundry basket from Emma’s hands.

Her fingers tightened around the plastic grip, which was stupid, stupid, stupid according to her abraded, disgruntled hands. They took Milly’s side with stinging vengeance, forcing her to let go.

“I’m perfectly capable of doing something.” Emma lifted her chin, even though her knees and hands, and well…every inch of her body violently disagreed.

She hadn’t thought her muscles could hurt any worse than they had the night before. Unfortunately, she’d been wrong. The pain killers Tag had given her, after they’d administered Cuddles’s shot, had gotten her through the night. But she’d woken barely able to move. A glass of water and a bottle of ibuprofen had been sitting on the bedside table. She wanted to believe that Tag had been the angel who’d left the painkillers, but Cuddles hadn’t barked. The lack of barking indicated her angel had been someone the dog had acclimatized to…which meant Lucas.

The thought of Lucas standing there, watching her sleep…a shudder worked its way through her body. But it wasn’t one of discomfort, more like sexual titillation. Lucas had primed her for early morning erotic escapades, she just hadn’t had a chance to indulge in them lately.

If it hadn’t been for Cuddles, Emma would have stayed in bed all day. But the dog needed her insulin, which was in the kitchen, which meant getting up. The living room and kitchen had been empty, no sign of Lucas. But the blanket and pillow tossed on the couch confirmed where he’d spent the night. And then Tag had shown up and told her Lucas had rounded up a crew to clean her house.

She should have been furious about his over-reaching. Instead, relief had flooded her. The cleanup had loomed over her since Friday night, a dreaded weight dragging her down. There was so much work involved, it had been hard to face it…alone.

Facing it with six, athletic, disciplined SEALs by her side was another thing entirely. They’d torn through the cleanup like the warriors they were. She knew five out of the six men from Lucas’s periodic barbeques, however Milly was a new face. From eavesdropping on the conversations surrounding her, he was also new to their team. Fresh out of training. Half the time they addressed him as banana, or minnow, or boy.

Boy? There was nothing childish about the soft spoken, sandy haired, hazel eyed, all-too-masculine young man. There was nothing feminine about him either, so how’d he end up with such a girlish name? She suspected it had something to do with the banana and minnow and boy salutations—some kind of ritual hazing. Like a frat house.

“Where do you want this?” Milly asked, indicating the basket he held by lifting it.

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