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fervently hoped not. She also knew that those involved in the rescue squads usually had some intensely personal reasons for doing so.
“How’d you both get involved in SAR?”
Chapter Four
Marc thought it interesting that she pronounced SAR to rhyme with bar, rather than say each individual letter as most unfamiliar with the search-and-rescue community would. Did she have a personal connection to a SAR worker?
He shot a worried look at Luke, and decided to deflect the question away from him. He didn’t know all the details, but knew Luke didn’t like to talk about his wife’s fatal accident. Forcing a smile, he looked over at Angelina. “I joined the mountain rescue squad after I got back from Iraq.”
“When were you deployed?”
“In 2004.”
She placed her hand on his and squeezed. He envisioned her hand squeezing him a little lower and felt his groin tighten. Shit . Having her so close again and not holding her was torture of the worst kind.
“I appreciate your serving there, too. So, how’d you get from the desert of Iraq to the mountains of Colorado doing search and rescue?”
“I was a Navy corpsman—that’s a medic for the Navy and Marines,” he explained. Most civilians didn’t know that the Navy provided medical support to the Marines, as well. “I was assigned to a ground unit of Marines and was able to make a difference for a few of them. So, I wanted to put those skills to use when I got my discharge. I didn’t want to get an indoor healthcare job, though.” That wouldn’t have been any better than being chained to the desk at his family’s resort, as he had been before he’d decided enough was enough and enlisted.
“I was born in the Italian Alps and my family now owns a ski resort in Aspen, so I just gravitated to mountain rescue when I was discharged.”
Her eyes opened wide, “You’re one of those D’Alessios! My god, that resort is one of the most exclusive ones in Aspen!”
Shit. Not another gold digger . He shouldn’t have given his full name. Marc looked away, not even trying to hide his disappointment. When he’d looked up a few minutes ago to find his angel standing at their table, he couldn’t believe his eyes.
Last month, as Marc went off DMS duty the night he’d rescued her—just barely—he’d been disappointed when Adam had told him his little angel and Karla had left a couple hours earlier. Not that he’d blamed her for wanting to put the flogging experience and his club behind her as quickly as possible.
But, over the past month, she kept invading his thoughts at unexpected times. No woman had ever obsessed him so completely, day and night, not even the two he’d nearly married.
“Um, thanks, Marc. I hope I didn’t bring back bad memories or anything.”
Marc turned back to her and smiled, but Angelina had shifted her focus toward Luke. “What about you?”
The silence stretched to the point of being uncomfortable. Marc looked at his friend. Just when he’d decided he ought to change the subject, Luke answered in a low, gravelly voice.
“I lost someone in the mountains once.” He averted his gaze and twisted the wedding ring.
“I’m so sorry. I wouldn’t be able to go into the mountain wilderness again if…” her voice trailed off and he heard a catch in her voice. When he turned, tears swam in her eyes, making him wonder what loss she’d suffered to cause her that pain.
She cleared her throat. “I’m so sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to pry.” She reached out to touch Luke’s hand and Marc felt an unfamiliar pang of jealousy.
Mine .
Shit, not again. He’d never had a problem sharing a woman before, so why did he want Angelina all to himself this time?
Normally, Luke would have pulled his hand away or waved her off. The man hadn’t looked at another woman in seven years, despite Marc’s attempts to get him into the club on occasion. He had no interest in the lifestyle. This time, he let her hand rest
“How’d you both get involved in SAR?”
Chapter Four
Marc thought it interesting that she pronounced SAR to rhyme with bar, rather than say each individual letter as most unfamiliar with the search-and-rescue community would. Did she have a personal connection to a SAR worker?
He shot a worried look at Luke, and decided to deflect the question away from him. He didn’t know all the details, but knew Luke didn’t like to talk about his wife’s fatal accident. Forcing a smile, he looked over at Angelina. “I joined the mountain rescue squad after I got back from Iraq.”
“When were you deployed?”
“In 2004.”
She placed her hand on his and squeezed. He envisioned her hand squeezing him a little lower and felt his groin tighten. Shit . Having her so close again and not holding her was torture of the worst kind.
“I appreciate your serving there, too. So, how’d you get from the desert of Iraq to the mountains of Colorado doing search and rescue?”
“I was a Navy corpsman—that’s a medic for the Navy and Marines,” he explained. Most civilians didn’t know that the Navy provided medical support to the Marines, as well. “I was assigned to a ground unit of Marines and was able to make a difference for a few of them. So, I wanted to put those skills to use when I got my discharge. I didn’t want to get an indoor healthcare job, though.” That wouldn’t have been any better than being chained to the desk at his family’s resort, as he had been before he’d decided enough was enough and enlisted.
“I was born in the Italian Alps and my family now owns a ski resort in Aspen, so I just gravitated to mountain rescue when I was discharged.”
Her eyes opened wide, “You’re one of those D’Alessios! My god, that resort is one of the most exclusive ones in Aspen!”
Shit. Not another gold digger . He shouldn’t have given his full name. Marc looked away, not even trying to hide his disappointment. When he’d looked up a few minutes ago to find his angel standing at their table, he couldn’t believe his eyes.
Last month, as Marc went off DMS duty the night he’d rescued her—just barely—he’d been disappointed when Adam had told him his little angel and Karla had left a couple hours earlier. Not that he’d blamed her for wanting to put the flogging experience and his club behind her as quickly as possible.
But, over the past month, she kept invading his thoughts at unexpected times. No woman had ever obsessed him so completely, day and night, not even the two he’d nearly married.
“Um, thanks, Marc. I hope I didn’t bring back bad memories or anything.”
Marc turned back to her and smiled, but Angelina had shifted her focus toward Luke. “What about you?”
The silence stretched to the point of being uncomfortable. Marc looked at his friend. Just when he’d decided he ought to change the subject, Luke answered in a low, gravelly voice.
“I lost someone in the mountains once.” He averted his gaze and twisted the wedding ring.
“I’m so sorry. I wouldn’t be able to go into the mountain wilderness again if…” her voice trailed off and he heard a catch in her voice. When he turned, tears swam in her eyes, making him wonder what loss she’d suffered to cause her that pain.
She cleared her throat. “I’m so sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to pry.” She reached out to touch Luke’s hand and Marc felt an unfamiliar pang of jealousy.
Mine .
Shit, not again. He’d never had a problem sharing a woman before, so why did he want Angelina all to himself this time?
Normally, Luke would have pulled his hand away or waved her off. The man hadn’t looked at another woman in seven years, despite Marc’s attempts to get him into the club on occasion. He had no interest in the lifestyle. This time, he let her hand rest
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