Painfully personal.
For one second I forget how to answer him.
Russ shifts back toward the edge of the rocks before I can figure it out anyway, rifle raised as he scans the ridge again.
And just like that—
He’s gone back to being the man between us and death.
Focused.
Deadly.
Untouchable.
Except now I know that isn’t true.
Now I know what he feels like with his hands on me.
What his voice sounds like when he says my name close enough to kiss.
And somehow that’s far more dangerous than the bullets still flying overhead.
16
Russ
The gunfire changes.
That’s how I know we’re in trouble.
Not wild anymore.
Not desperate.
Controlled bursts.
Disciplined movement.
They’ve stopped chasing and started hunting.
“Left ridge!” Clay shouts.
I pivot instantly and fire toward the flash of movement along the rocks.
Two men duck back behind cover.
Not retreating.
Repositioning.
Damn it.
“They’re spreading!” Lucas calls from ahead.
Yeah.
I see it now.
