He loved the way she snuggled trustingly against him. Within seconds, her breath had slowed again and she was sound asleep.
It didn’t quite work that way for him. He couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d seen in the armory. And what the hell it meant. Plus his finger throbbed like a bitch.
Weenie times ten.
The next morning before breakfast, Eva listened as Mike gave her a rundown on his recon of the armory. His near miss scared her half to death, but that’s why they were here—so she kept her concern to herself.
“A freaking ton of AK-47s, AR-15s, a wall of shotguns and pistols, and a shitload of ammo to go with it. I even spotted some frag grenades and Claymores,” Mike told her.
He reached for his boots and tugged them on.
“He’s got his little army; he needs to arm them. The kicker, though, was the explosives. There’re enough spools of det cord and boxes of plastic explosives to blow up a small city.”
She watched him lace up his boots, noticed he favored the middle finger on his left hand. “Maybe he has plans to target a government building. That would make a statement.”
“It would fit the profile, yeah.” He tied the final lace and stood. “Guess time will tell if they decide to read me in on their long-range plans. Not that I care. We’re going to stop Lawson before he ever gets one of his plans off the ground.”
“What did you do to your hand?”
He grunted and, sounding embarrassed, told her. “I’m a candy ass. You’d better hope I don’t get shot. I’ll probably bawl like a baby.”
Grinning, she grabbed her duffel and rifled through her “necessity” kit. “Come here. This will help.”
“Ouch.”
She laughed. “I haven’t touched you yet.”
“I can tell by looking that it’s going to hurt. Maybe you’d better kiss it first. Better idea. Kiss this.”
He lowered his mouth and touched his lips to hers. “Much better.”
“You’re still getting the ointment. Hold still. It should take the sting out of it and keep it from getting infected.”
“I’m starting to dig this. Can we play naughty nurse later tonight?”
“As long as I don’t have to patch up anything more than a burned finger.” She got serious suddenly. “So
“Hey. Hey. I’m not getting shot, okay?” He tried to pull her into his arms.
She wasn’t having any of it. Her display of weakness embarrassed her and she pushed away. “Like you can guarantee that.”
“I can. I will. Nothing’s going to happen to me. Nothing’s going to happen to either of us. Now, let’s go see what kind of slave labor Lawson’s got lined up for you today, while I go play fun and games with my new pals.”
Because he wanted her to—because she needed to—she smiled and pulled herself together. “Fine. But next gig? You get the beast of burden role.”
He dropped a kiss on top of her head. “I’ll flip you for it.”
Smiling, she headed out the door.
And wondered when things had become so easy between them.
And when she’d started thinking of a future with him in it.
31
During the next few days, they fell into a routine. Up at dawn, off to what Eva had started to think of as the coal mines, back to the cabin by seven p.m., quick text to Gabe, then midnight recon missions that had so far turned up nothing of value.
Tonight, however, the routine was off-kilter—and it worried her. It was almost ten p.m. and Mike wasn’t back yet. There wasn’t a lot of time for socializing or fraternizing and when there was, it consisted of a command performance by Lawson, where the entire camp was expected to show up and listen to one of his speeches that denigrated the government and sang the praises of the UWD movement. Last night was one of those nights.
Eva couldn’t believe that people bought this crap. But the mob mentality kicked in, and that’s all she wrote.
She willed herself not to look out the window again, and thought instead of what they’d accomplished. She’d started to gain a measure of trust from a few of the women, but for the most part they remained guarded, more out of subservience than from a sense of self-preservation. It was sad.
Mike had more freedom around the camp and had been assigned as a team leader to a small group of men. A test, they suspected, to see how he handled a leadership role.
Their guns and phones hadn’t yet been returned and Mike hadn’t been assigned a weapon like the rest of the troops but, again, that was to be expected during what Lawson now referred to as a probationary period.
The daily texts to Gabe let him know they were fine and to stand by. Mike hoped to be inviting Gabe and Joe to the fold soon. Maybe with four pairs of eyes, they could hunt down Lawson’s secrets.
Her thoughts returned to Mike. Where was he? He should have been here hours ago.
“I liked what I saw on the shooting range today.”
Mike acknowledged Lawson’s compliment with a nod, and smiled across the desk, not surprised the lights- out-at-sunset rule didn’t apply to the big dog. The office was well lit. Too well lit. He’d seen too much of Lawson’s ugly face today. “The AR-15’s a sweet weapon, sir.”
He was dead beat, hot, and two hours late getting back to Eva. He’d rather dive into a snake pit—and he fucking hated snakes—than spend one more second in Lawson’s company, or call the bastard “sir,” but the UWD leader had extended a special invitation. No way could Mike pass up the chance to suck up and get his foot a little further in the door.
So here he was. In Lawson’s office, buddying up across the ancient gray desk, an uncapped bottle of scotch calling to him like original sin.
“Sure you don’t want one?” Lawson lifted his shot glass.
Hell yes, he wanted one. “Thanks, but no. Never acquired a taste for it.” As long as he was lying, go big.
“If it’s not too presumptuous, sir, I have some ideas that might improve the men’s overall shooting accuracy.”
Lawson leaned back in his chair. “By all means.”
Because the range and the equipment disbursement was so slipshod, it didn’t take much for Mike to lay out a good case for making changes. Since Lawson didn’t know that he was aware of the contents of the armory, Mike ran a laundry list of all the things he thought it would make sense to stock—all of which Lawson already had on hand, of course.
“Impressive.”
Mike said nothing. A humble man, wanting to help the cause.
“You ever see any action?” Lawson asked after refilling his glass.
“Some.”
“Where?”
Mike took a chance. “Afghanistan.”
Lawson nodded. “Navy played a bigger part over there than most civilians realize. When?”
