I knocked on the door.
Footsteps echoed inside, slow and deliberate. Dak opened the door. He hadn’t changed a bit from when I’d last seen him in the medical center in Gennich after Maria died, not even down to his style of clothing.
No, maybe there was a difference. Just a bit of softness around the eyes, whether from the pain or perhaps because of the presence of the woman standing in the living room behind him. She was very attractive in a rough, homespun sort of way, just the kind of woman who I could have pictured Dak winding up with.
“Cam,” he said and pulled me into a hug.
It was brief, a quick grip and a pat on the back, but I hadn’t expected it. Dak hadn’t struck me as the hugging type.
“How was your trip?”
“Long,” I said. “I guess I got spoiled by military transports that took you right where you were going instead of making half a dozen stops along the way to drop off cargo and passengers.”
“It’s very nice to meet you, Cam,” the woman said, shaking my hand, her grip warm, dry and solid. “I’m Hannah. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“You’ve come such a long way,” Dak said, frowning. “Are you sure you can only stay a few days?”
“The transport pulls out of orbit in a week,” I said, shrugging. “And while I really appreciate the offer to make a life here, I think it’s time for something new. Something not the Marine Corps and not from my past. Time to make some new memories.”
I heard the footsteps coming up onto the porch behind me and grinned.
“Speaking of new memories, Dak, Hannah, there’s someone I’d like you to meet.”
There was still something crooked in Vicky’s smile, something that went beyond the physical. She’d never seen herself as I had when we’d pulled her from her suit, third-degree burns over half of her body. She’d been unconscious and the medics from the SAR bird had kept her that way until they were able to get her into an auto-doc. But just the knowledge of what had happened to her seemed to have affected her nearly as much as it had me.
“I’m Vicky Sandoval,” she said. “It’s wonderful to meet the both of you.”
“And you, my dear,” Dak assured her, smiling broadly as he took her hand. “From everything I’ve heard, you’ve managed to turn Cameron into a happy man, and God knows, there were times I never thought that was possible.”
“Well, come on in!” Hannah said, waving toward a couch.
“It’s been years, boy!” Dak said. “For God’s sake, tell us everything that’s happened to you!”
I shared a look with Vicky and laughed softly, gripping her hand tightly in mine.
“That,” I said, “could take quite a while.”
WHAT’S NEXT IN THE SERIES?
CONTACT FRONT
KINETIC STRIKE
DANGER CLOSE
DIRECT FIRE
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Table of Contents
Direct Fire
Contents
Copyright
WHAT’S NEXT IN THE SERIES?
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Epilogue
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