Page 44 of Trapped with the Covert Ops Soldier

Fuck. She’d opened her mouth and said one word too many.

She turned away from his too discerning gaze to stare at the road. “Drive.”

“Terror, Abby?”

“I won’t talk about it now.”

“But, wewilltalk about it.”

“Fine, we’ll talk. Later. Right now,drive.”

A second passed. Two. Then he put the Jeep in gear and drove.

Neither of them said anything for a long time. Not until they came to a fork in the road.

“Right or left?” he asked her.

“Left.”

The track on the left looked only marginally passable.

“When was the last time someone was at this cabin?”

“Don’t know.”

“How rough is it?”

“Not bad.”

“Is there a water source? A well?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, for Christ’s sake,” he snapped. “Can you give me more than two-word answers?”

She was being childish, she knew it, but she still wanted to hit him. “There’s a natural spring close to the cabin. Dad set up a filtration system, so water isn’t a worry.”

“What is?”

“I’m angry.”

“Yeah, I got that.”

“I don’t want to be here.”

“I got that too.”

“When I catch the person who’s shooting at me, I’m going to ring his neck.”

“Okay. And...”

“I won’t have a problem doing it.”

He blew out a gust of air. “I still don’t get it.”

“I’m a damned doctor. I shouldn’t be looking forward to hurting anyone like I’m looking forward to hurting this guy.”

He appeared to think about it, but only came out with, “So?”

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