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I’m sure we can find places where we resonate well with one another.”
Tal stood still, absorbing his words, and in that instant, her world shifted. She wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad shift, or just different. She was reminded of a Turkish fable about a girl who fell down a well. She ended up in a dark, twisting tunnel, and finally found herself entering a green, hilly field. In the distance was a sultan’s white, gleaming home. Her journey was one of beauty, magic, and good things happening to her, along with some scary things.
When the girl arrived at the sultan’s gleaming palace, she met the handsome sultan, who asked for her hand in marriage. If she hadn’t fallen into the well and taken the journey, she would never have known what lay beyond its dark water.
As Tal observed this newly discovered side of Wyatt, she now likened him to the well, filled with deep, dark, unknown waters.
And what about her? Tal was unsure where these waters would lead her; she knew only that now her heart was urging her to jump into Wyatt Lockwood’s well and find out where it would lead her. If only her fear would allow her to even start on such a journey. Wyatt called to her heart, her body, and, yes, her soul. That’s why she had run from him for so long. She was unsure. But maybe the years had quelled some of the initial panic and confusion he’d inspired in her. Tal didn’t fool herself. The man wanted her in bed, beside him, plain and simple. But now she was wondering just how good a lover he was compared to his words about how he treated the woman who had his interest. There was a long distance between words and action.
CHAPTER 4
T AL WOKE UP feeling different . . . maybe happier? The clock next to her bed read 0600. She was due to meet Wyatt at the helicopter terminal at 0730. She was wearing a pair of light pink cotton pajamas, her black hair falling across her shoulders. What had happened last night? Tal had gone to her B-hut room feeling so damn achy and needy that she was ready to scream. She always felt a strong need for sex five days before her period, if she had one at all. Often, because of the high altitude and the brutal physical demands of her work, she would go three to four months without one. Most of the other women in the black ops community had had the same experience.
She pushed herself out of bed to head over to the women’s showers, just a short walk away in a single-story gray cinder block building. She pulled her dark blue chenille robe off a hook and shrugged it on, tying the sash. Her heart, however, was elsewhere, hovering squarely over Wyatt—and now she was even calling him by his first name!
The man knew how to manipulate women, that was for sure. That little-boy Texas grin of his had grabbed her heart, and his low, sexy voice . . . well, his voice was something else. She could see why wild mustangs would listen to him. She had too, hadn’t she?
Grimacing, Tal was glad Alexa hadn’t been around to observe their meeting last evening, because she’d have laughed herself silly watching her sister. Alexa was the exact opposite of Tal: she was warm and outgoing, making everyone feel special when she beamed her attention at them—especially men. Tal often wondered how many times Alexa could break up with a man and dive right back into the dating pool.
Tal slipped into her flip-flops and walked out the back door of the B-hut toward the showers. The rising dawn looked like pink frosting slathered across the horizon. It would be hot on the valley floor today. At least up in the Hindu Kush mountains, which soared easily to twenty thousand feet, it would be cooler. She might have had Mediterranean blood from Turkey and Greece in her DNA, but Tal preferred four seasons and loved the cooler weather. She must have gotten that from her father, Robert.
As she showered beneath the hot streams of water, Tal couldn’t get her conversation with Wyatt out of her mind. She’d even dreamed of his
Tal stood still, absorbing his words, and in that instant, her world shifted. She wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad shift, or just different. She was reminded of a Turkish fable about a girl who fell down a well. She ended up in a dark, twisting tunnel, and finally found herself entering a green, hilly field. In the distance was a sultan’s white, gleaming home. Her journey was one of beauty, magic, and good things happening to her, along with some scary things.
When the girl arrived at the sultan’s gleaming palace, she met the handsome sultan, who asked for her hand in marriage. If she hadn’t fallen into the well and taken the journey, she would never have known what lay beyond its dark water.
As Tal observed this newly discovered side of Wyatt, she now likened him to the well, filled with deep, dark, unknown waters.
And what about her? Tal was unsure where these waters would lead her; she knew only that now her heart was urging her to jump into Wyatt Lockwood’s well and find out where it would lead her. If only her fear would allow her to even start on such a journey. Wyatt called to her heart, her body, and, yes, her soul. That’s why she had run from him for so long. She was unsure. But maybe the years had quelled some of the initial panic and confusion he’d inspired in her. Tal didn’t fool herself. The man wanted her in bed, beside him, plain and simple. But now she was wondering just how good a lover he was compared to his words about how he treated the woman who had his interest. There was a long distance between words and action.
CHAPTER 4
T AL WOKE UP feeling different . . . maybe happier? The clock next to her bed read 0600. She was due to meet Wyatt at the helicopter terminal at 0730. She was wearing a pair of light pink cotton pajamas, her black hair falling across her shoulders. What had happened last night? Tal had gone to her B-hut room feeling so damn achy and needy that she was ready to scream. She always felt a strong need for sex five days before her period, if she had one at all. Often, because of the high altitude and the brutal physical demands of her work, she would go three to four months without one. Most of the other women in the black ops community had had the same experience.
She pushed herself out of bed to head over to the women’s showers, just a short walk away in a single-story gray cinder block building. She pulled her dark blue chenille robe off a hook and shrugged it on, tying the sash. Her heart, however, was elsewhere, hovering squarely over Wyatt—and now she was even calling him by his first name!
The man knew how to manipulate women, that was for sure. That little-boy Texas grin of his had grabbed her heart, and his low, sexy voice . . . well, his voice was something else. She could see why wild mustangs would listen to him. She had too, hadn’t she?
Grimacing, Tal was glad Alexa hadn’t been around to observe their meeting last evening, because she’d have laughed herself silly watching her sister. Alexa was the exact opposite of Tal: she was warm and outgoing, making everyone feel special when she beamed her attention at them—especially men. Tal often wondered how many times Alexa could break up with a man and dive right back into the dating pool.
Tal slipped into her flip-flops and walked out the back door of the B-hut toward the showers. The rising dawn looked like pink frosting slathered across the horizon. It would be hot on the valley floor today. At least up in the Hindu Kush mountains, which soared easily to twenty thousand feet, it would be cooler. She might have had Mediterranean blood from Turkey and Greece in her DNA, but Tal preferred four seasons and loved the cooler weather. She must have gotten that from her father, Robert.
As she showered beneath the hot streams of water, Tal couldn’t get her conversation with Wyatt out of her mind. She’d even dreamed of his
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