Page 15 of Trapped with the Covert Ops Soldier

“What?”

“What’s going on?”

“Physicals, I told you that earlier.”

He stared at her for a moment, then shook his head and went to the door. “I’m going to go on a walk-about around town.”

“You’re leaving me alone? Aren’t you afraid I’ll do something hazardous?”

“I think it’s safe to let you work without me hovering over you. What time do you finish for the day?”

“Five.”

“See you then.” He left.

The rest of her morning and afternoon moved along without any snags and she found herself locking up dead on time. Smitty hadn’t appeared, so she walked across the street to the coffee shop. Something hot and chocolatey was definitely called for. Maybe a mocha.

She put her hand on the knob of the door and noticed a penny on the ground. Was this her lucky day? She bent over to pick it up.

The glass door of the shop exploded.

Chapter Four

Pain radiated acrossAbby’s right side, shooting from her head, down and across her shoulder, and along her arm. What happened?

She was also looking at the sky when she should be looking at the inside of the shop.

A head appeared abruptly in her line of sight. Smitty, wearing his angry face. Whoa, the last time she’d seen him bare his teeth like that, had been during the very-bad-day.

Fear clamped her throat closed and her hands scrabbled to find her sidearm.

No, wait. They weren’t in Syria and no one was shooting at them...but there had been a shot. Hadn’t there?

“Abby, are you hit?” Smitty demanded. He ran his hands over her, turning her slightly, one way then the other. Glass fell out of her hair. Some of it hit the cement and some bounced across her body with a mutedtinkle.

Holy shit, someone had shot out the coffee shop’s door, and would have shot her if she hadn’t bent over to grab that penny.

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