Fighting for Adalyn (REDEMPTION HARBOR SECURITY #3) by Katie Reus EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Katie Reus
- Language: English
- Genre: contemporary romance
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Adalyn ducked into the GP tent, glad to be out of the hundred-and-twentyplus heat in this sub-Saharan location, saw the others were already there.
Including Rowan.
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He glanced over, nodded at her, his expression serious as she approached.
In their downtime, he was basically Santa Claus, all jovial and over-the-top
ridiculous. But not when it was mission time. To be fair, he didn’t look like
Santa Claus—unless the mythical man was built like a barn door, had
tattoos everywhere, with hair that looked brown but in the bright sunlight
was actually a very dark auburn. And his eyes were that same rich dark, but
with flecks of gold. Not that she was making a list of his physical attributes
or anything.
Three others were in the tent, the commander and two intel analysts, all
monitoring the screens as Rowan’s team entered the cave system.
Shoving her hands in her pockets, she watched the infrared feed. It was
only noon, but it was dark where the team was headed.
“Any other word from Ali?” Rowan murmured, not looking away from
the screen.
Bes Ali was an Egyptian gunrunner she’d been working with for the last
two years. He’d been a valuable asset to the Company and the single person
they had on the periphery of a radical religious terrorist group the CIA was
desperately trying to dismantle. Their continuing existence was proving to
be a threat to the stability in the Middle East.
“Your guys are good to go. Only a two-man team guarding the rockets.”
Rowan nodded, then spoke into his comm. Under normal circumstances,
he would have been on this job but he’d broken his ankle. Not that he was
keeping it elevated or staying off it. She was tempted to grab a chair for
him, but knew better.
In sand-colored camo fatigues, covered in layers of dust and grime, he
looked every inch the warrior she knew him to be even with all the dust. Or
maybe that added to it.
The never-ending sand here crept into everything. She’d showered two
hours ago, but after the walk to the private tent, was once again lightly
coated in grit. Might as well be embedded in her skin at this point.
The grime didn’t take away from Rowan’s presence—she didn’t think
anything could. He’d been born for this kind of shit, she imagined. Thanks
to the relaxed grooming standards for the military in this region—because
the risk of staph infection in such a dusty, dirty environs was high—he was
allowed to keep a beard. Almost every man here had one.
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