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Not the ‘people.’

Not the ‘soldiers.’

Definitely not the ‘women.’

The MEN.

I fixed him with a don’t fuck with me stare. “I know this: I’m tired of men presuming to know what’s best for me.”

“I was just trying to help – ”

“Don’t. You worry about yourself; I’ll handle Delgado. You stay out of it.”

I saw the muscles in his jaw tense up. “Fine.”

Then he turned around and walked out of the room.

Okay…

I’ll admit…

Even though I was irritated with the guy, I checked out his ass as he left.

Bloody hell.

It was just as hot as the rest of him.

Muscular and firm and it definitely filled out his pants –

Then I reprimanded myself.

Cut it out – you’re doing the same thing you hate when men do it to you.

Still, I cut myself a little slack. It was hard not to ogle a man when he was as scorching hot as Lars Henriksson.

But he’d still made me angry.

So now I was angry and turned on.

Not a good combination before a dangerous mission.

I decided to go find the base gym and work out some of my frustration on a punching bag.

A little violence had always been effective therapy for me. More effective than real therapy, anyway.

But Henriksson’s words served as a troubling reminder:

I had to figure out what to do about Delgado, and fast…

Or it might not just be the Taliban I had to worry about.

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Lars

Ifound Gunnar outside the building smoking a cigarette.

Just a regular one – not weed. He wasn’t that reckless.

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