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Authors: Dana Marton
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as they tangled in the sheets together…
The door’s scraping interrupted his fantasy, and they pulled apart. The colonel came in and gave them a narrow-eyed look, his gaze settling on Gabe.
“ I just had to sit through a very uncomfortable meeting with some top brass and Congressman Wharton who is visiting the troops here ahead of the elections. They’re not happy about the shootout.”
“ Yes, sir. I apologize, sir.”
“ Do you have proof of any of your fairytale beyond your report and Tekla’s envelope? Hard proof. And by that, I mean, do you know where the gold is, soldier?”
Gabe started to shake his head, but then thought of Congressman Wharton’s great yacht as it had bobbed in the harbor back in Venice a couple of days ago. Working in pairs, the A Team had searched all larger vessels to make sure Jake Tekla wasn’t hiding on one of them.
But Brent had gone to the Congressman’s yacht alone. Because of the sensitive nature of the thing, he’d said. He’d gone at night. Didn’t want the media to catch him. They showed up every couple of days to snap some photos of the Congressman.
What if he hadn’t gone to the yacht to search it? What if he’d carried something with him? Like gold disguised as crates of supplies? The teams had several vans.
He filled the colonel in on his suspicions.
The man gave him a displeased, narrow-eyed look when Gabe was finished. “If there’s one thing I hate, it’s dirty politicians. You better be right about this.” He strode to the door, turned back from the doorway. “Neither of you go anywhere until I say so.”
They stared after him.
Then they stared at each other.
“ Are we grounded?” she asked, her tone uncertain.
“ Welcome to the Army. I’m sure we’ll find something to do.” He grinned at her, happy to see her, happy that the op was over and they were both safe, happy that she’d come to see him.
That had to mean something, right?
“ Jasmine, honey?” He stepped closer to her again.
“ Yes?” She stepped closer to him.
“ Do you still feel the same about me as you did when you wrote that diary?”
To his disappointment, she shook her head. But then she said, “I feel much stronger.”
He took her into his arms. “Thank God. Because I’m pretty sure I’m falling in love with you here.”
She gave him a tremulous smile. “I want to feel good things again instead of fear when a man touches me.”
He furrowed his forehead. “No other man better touch you or I’ll give him reason to fear.”
She smiled.
He took her lips in a passionate kiss, running his hands lightly down her back then up her ribcage, using great control to stop under her breasts. “How is it so far?”
A smile of pleasure bloomed on her full lips. “Good enough to record for all prosperity. Maybe I should start a new diary.”
He thought about all the things he wanted to do with her. “You better get one with a key.”
* * *
The sky turned dark outside by the time the colonel came back, his expression just as grim as when he’d left. Gabe’s stomach sank.
“ The congressman is denying knowledge of the half dozen crates we found on board of his yacht. He claims they must have been smuggled on board when he wasn’t looking. And that’s not our only problem. We can’t take the gold to the U.S.
“ That would be out and out theft from the people of Afghanistan. Not to mention, we can’t have a U.S. congressman implicated in something like this when half the Arab world believes we’re only warring over there to steal everything that’s theirs.”
He seemed to have aged five years since he’d left the room earlier. “We can’t give the gold back to the warlord, either, or he’d use it to buy arms against us. And we can’t give it to the Afghan government without confessing everything.”
He took off his hat and sat, his eyes tired as he looked up at Gabe. “Any ideas what in hell I’m supposed to do with eleven million dollars’ worth
The door’s scraping interrupted his fantasy, and they pulled apart. The colonel came in and gave them a narrow-eyed look, his gaze settling on Gabe.
“ I just had to sit through a very uncomfortable meeting with some top brass and Congressman Wharton who is visiting the troops here ahead of the elections. They’re not happy about the shootout.”
“ Yes, sir. I apologize, sir.”
“ Do you have proof of any of your fairytale beyond your report and Tekla’s envelope? Hard proof. And by that, I mean, do you know where the gold is, soldier?”
Gabe started to shake his head, but then thought of Congressman Wharton’s great yacht as it had bobbed in the harbor back in Venice a couple of days ago. Working in pairs, the A Team had searched all larger vessels to make sure Jake Tekla wasn’t hiding on one of them.
But Brent had gone to the Congressman’s yacht alone. Because of the sensitive nature of the thing, he’d said. He’d gone at night. Didn’t want the media to catch him. They showed up every couple of days to snap some photos of the Congressman.
What if he hadn’t gone to the yacht to search it? What if he’d carried something with him? Like gold disguised as crates of supplies? The teams had several vans.
He filled the colonel in on his suspicions.
The man gave him a displeased, narrow-eyed look when Gabe was finished. “If there’s one thing I hate, it’s dirty politicians. You better be right about this.” He strode to the door, turned back from the doorway. “Neither of you go anywhere until I say so.”
They stared after him.
Then they stared at each other.
“ Are we grounded?” she asked, her tone uncertain.
“ Welcome to the Army. I’m sure we’ll find something to do.” He grinned at her, happy to see her, happy that the op was over and they were both safe, happy that she’d come to see him.
That had to mean something, right?
“ Jasmine, honey?” He stepped closer to her again.
“ Yes?” She stepped closer to him.
“ Do you still feel the same about me as you did when you wrote that diary?”
To his disappointment, she shook her head. But then she said, “I feel much stronger.”
He took her into his arms. “Thank God. Because I’m pretty sure I’m falling in love with you here.”
She gave him a tremulous smile. “I want to feel good things again instead of fear when a man touches me.”
He furrowed his forehead. “No other man better touch you or I’ll give him reason to fear.”
She smiled.
He took her lips in a passionate kiss, running his hands lightly down her back then up her ribcage, using great control to stop under her breasts. “How is it so far?”
A smile of pleasure bloomed on her full lips. “Good enough to record for all prosperity. Maybe I should start a new diary.”
He thought about all the things he wanted to do with her. “You better get one with a key.”
* * *
The sky turned dark outside by the time the colonel came back, his expression just as grim as when he’d left. Gabe’s stomach sank.
“ The congressman is denying knowledge of the half dozen crates we found on board of his yacht. He claims they must have been smuggled on board when he wasn’t looking. And that’s not our only problem. We can’t take the gold to the U.S.
“ That would be out and out theft from the people of Afghanistan. Not to mention, we can’t have a U.S. congressman implicated in something like this when half the Arab world believes we’re only warring over there to steal everything that’s theirs.”
He seemed to have aged five years since he’d left the room earlier. “We can’t give the gold back to the warlord, either, or he’d use it to buy arms against us. And we can’t give it to the Afghan government without confessing everything.”
He took off his hat and sat, his eyes tired as he looked up at Gabe. “Any ideas what in hell I’m supposed to do with eleven million dollars’ worth
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