Page 85 of Two Hearts' Christmas Homecoming

Oh, my God,he thought to himself. She was still alive, but barely.

Laying his pistol on the ground, he pulled out a knife and began cutting the rope from her hands and ankle.

She groaned softly.

Yanking off his shirt, he bent down, carefully inching it over her head and slowly covering her up.

“It’s Brand, Sarah,” he said softly. “And you’re safe. I’m not going to let anything else happen to you. I promise. Do you understand?”

She answered in a whisper, “Yes.”

“I’m going to hold you. Okay? I want you to know that I’m here for you.”

And she let Brand pull her into his arms.

Sarge scrambled into the cavern. “Oh geez,”he said. “What did they do to her?I don’t give a damn about radio contact. I want to find out what’s holding them up.”

“Alright,” Brand answered. “I’m not going to move her until help arrives.”

“I’ll make the call and wait outside,” Sarge muttered.

“Yeah, go. Tell them we need a chopper here, quick. She’s in bad shape, and she’s lost a lot of blood. Make sure you mention you were hit too,” Brand growled, noticing the blood oozing from Sarge’s arm as he turned away from Brand.

Brand sighed with relief when another fifteen minutes later, the chopper arrived, and he began gathering items that looked like they belonged to Sarah, including a deadly looking knife. Apparently, she’d tried to fight them off. Her foot must’ve been blown in the explosion.

Gently, he scooped her up, and she groaned.

“That’s okay, Sarah,” he whispered. He couldn’t help kissing her gently on the forehead. “Help’s arrived. I just wish I could go along with you to make sure you’ll be alright.”

Ten minutes later, he was loading Sarah in the chopper, and she squeezed his hand before letting it go. “Thank you, Brand,” she whispered, before apparently losing consciousness.

Two Hearts In Accord

Two Hearts Wounded Warrior Romance Book 7

2019 Readers’ Favorite Bronze Medal Winner

2019 Ian Book of the Year Finalist

An Excerpt

Get It At Amazon

Prologue

Iraq

October 2014

It was time for the squadron to go home.

Anna Drummond watched her fellow airmen begin gathering their gear before a few of them climbed into their cockpits. After the bombs had been dropped on Kobani, each flight team had returned to the isolated airfield which had served as temporary headquarters for their unit. They were in a protected zone, and the Iraqi government had sanctioned the U.S. occupation of the former air base.

“Begin to assemble flight team one,” blasted out through the intercom set up near the run-down control tower. Slightly smaller than usual, the twelve-bomber squadron had been divided into three flight teams for their special mission, and each bomber would be departing from the field in fifteen-minute intervals. Later in the day, pilots from another squadron would be arriving to take their place.

Anna heard Captain Matthews call out, “Flight team two be ready.”

She wouldn’t be taking off for a while, since Anna was a member of flight team three, so she continued to sort through her gear at the far end of the base.

---