Read Online Special Forces: Operation Alpha: Rescuing Pandora (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Kori David - Free Book Online
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questions about everything. They’d gone to dinner, movie and ice cream with Sammy on several occasions.
Where on earth was he getting the money?
Her mother came around the table and took Pandora by the shoulders. They were eye level with each other and it was like looking in the mirror, but twenty years ahead. “I know you’re scared, and from what little you’ve told us, you’ve gone through more than a body ever needs to in one lifetime. But he’s your husband and you love him. I see it on your face every time you look at him. He loves you too, and he’s showing it.”
“I don’t know what to do.” And she didn’t, not really. On the surface, it looked easy enough. Move in with him, make sure Sammy knew that Cam was his father. Everyone had danced around that subject for a couple of weeks as they built a relationship, but they all knew that Sammy would have to be told. Although, Pandora thought he already knew, but like her, he was taking his time.
“You’ll figure it out.” Pulling her in for a hug, her mom squeezed her tight. “I’m just so happy to have ya’ll here.”
When she went back to fussing with the flowers, Pandora wandered out to the front porch. It was her thinking place, staring out over the green pastures, safe in this little world. She needed a job, Sammy needed to go to school after the summer was over, and she needed to figure out what to do with the sexy neighbor.
Who happened to be her husband.
As if it were magnetized, the house next door pulled her gaze. And that’s when she happened to see her son slip over the fence and march with a purpose toward the barn. Cam had moved the Mama and her kittens to the barn after the first week, and this was the time of day he was usually out there, repairing stalls and getting it ready for the horses he eventually wanted to have.
Pandora decided to follow. Sammy hadn’t made the first move to visit Cam before and she was curious about what was going on. When she rounded the house to head for the same piece of fence Sammy had climbed, she saw her father watching from the back yard. He smiled and turned away. It made her even more curious as she followed her son.
She stayed back and moved from tree to tree, watching Sammy. He looked so different already. Gone was the shaggy hair and linen clothing of Iraq. Now he had a buzz cut, blue jeans, a graphic T-shirt, and boots. He looked like he’d grown up in Texas and she’d even heard him practicing her Dad’s southern drawl. She still spoke to him in Arabic, so they could both stay fluent, but he was settling in well to Americana.
When he was swallowed up by the interior of the barn, Pandora crept closer. With her back to the door, she could hear a hammer beating against something, and then it was abruptly quiet. Crossing her arms and settling back, she had no remorse about eavesdropping.
“Hey, buddy, how are you?”
“Alright.”
“Are you over to check out the kitties?”
“I guess.”
“I put her into this stall. I didn’t want the babies able to run off until they’re a little older. Come on over and you can sit with them for a bit.”
Pandora peeked around the corner and saw Cam squatted down at eye level with Sammy. He was in snug blue jeans and no shirt and oh, Lord was he hot. Dark chestnut hair that had turned shaggy hung down over his forehead and the muscles in his biceps bulged from the recent work he’d been doing.
Her body woke up with a vengeance.
Not that she hadn’t noticed before, but grief had a way of dampening everything. Colors were muted, noises softer—it was like a veil had been placed between her and world while she dealt with getting her fragmented life back together. And it wasn’t just her grief she’d been dealing with. Sammy had nightmares that were finally lessoning, and he was almost back to being a chatterbox again. He’d been shut down for a couple of weeks after Mohammed died, as he grieved for the only father he’d known.
“Did
Where on earth was he getting the money?
Her mother came around the table and took Pandora by the shoulders. They were eye level with each other and it was like looking in the mirror, but twenty years ahead. “I know you’re scared, and from what little you’ve told us, you’ve gone through more than a body ever needs to in one lifetime. But he’s your husband and you love him. I see it on your face every time you look at him. He loves you too, and he’s showing it.”
“I don’t know what to do.” And she didn’t, not really. On the surface, it looked easy enough. Move in with him, make sure Sammy knew that Cam was his father. Everyone had danced around that subject for a couple of weeks as they built a relationship, but they all knew that Sammy would have to be told. Although, Pandora thought he already knew, but like her, he was taking his time.
“You’ll figure it out.” Pulling her in for a hug, her mom squeezed her tight. “I’m just so happy to have ya’ll here.”
When she went back to fussing with the flowers, Pandora wandered out to the front porch. It was her thinking place, staring out over the green pastures, safe in this little world. She needed a job, Sammy needed to go to school after the summer was over, and she needed to figure out what to do with the sexy neighbor.
Who happened to be her husband.
As if it were magnetized, the house next door pulled her gaze. And that’s when she happened to see her son slip over the fence and march with a purpose toward the barn. Cam had moved the Mama and her kittens to the barn after the first week, and this was the time of day he was usually out there, repairing stalls and getting it ready for the horses he eventually wanted to have.
Pandora decided to follow. Sammy hadn’t made the first move to visit Cam before and she was curious about what was going on. When she rounded the house to head for the same piece of fence Sammy had climbed, she saw her father watching from the back yard. He smiled and turned away. It made her even more curious as she followed her son.
She stayed back and moved from tree to tree, watching Sammy. He looked so different already. Gone was the shaggy hair and linen clothing of Iraq. Now he had a buzz cut, blue jeans, a graphic T-shirt, and boots. He looked like he’d grown up in Texas and she’d even heard him practicing her Dad’s southern drawl. She still spoke to him in Arabic, so they could both stay fluent, but he was settling in well to Americana.
When he was swallowed up by the interior of the barn, Pandora crept closer. With her back to the door, she could hear a hammer beating against something, and then it was abruptly quiet. Crossing her arms and settling back, she had no remorse about eavesdropping.
“Hey, buddy, how are you?”
“Alright.”
“Are you over to check out the kitties?”
“I guess.”
“I put her into this stall. I didn’t want the babies able to run off until they’re a little older. Come on over and you can sit with them for a bit.”
Pandora peeked around the corner and saw Cam squatted down at eye level with Sammy. He was in snug blue jeans and no shirt and oh, Lord was he hot. Dark chestnut hair that had turned shaggy hung down over his forehead and the muscles in his biceps bulged from the recent work he’d been doing.
Her body woke up with a vengeance.
Not that she hadn’t noticed before, but grief had a way of dampening everything. Colors were muted, noises softer—it was like a veil had been placed between her and world while she dealt with getting her fragmented life back together. And it wasn’t just her grief she’d been dealing with. Sammy had nightmares that were finally lessoning, and he was almost back to being a chatterbox again. He’d been shut down for a couple of weeks after Mohammed died, as he grieved for the only father he’d known.
“Did
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