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Abigail grinds on Bones’ nerves with her forthright honesty, but he can’t keep her out of his mind and his dirty fantasies, and before long, they're closing in on becoming more than colleagues in a dangerous realm.
When the local militia find out who Abigail is, the hunt is on, and the Black Dove Security team leap into action. Their primary goal is keeping Abigail on the move and away from the militia is going to be harder than they hoped.
Bones has a decision to make—keep Abigail in Kenya to find out what is causing the disease, or flee from the militia and protect her life.
Either way, he’s playing with fire, and at the center of it all, she's a woman he’d lay down his life for.
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Inhaling, he closed the door, shutting off the sight of the women getting intimate. Following the hunkering man down the hallway of the hotel, he skipped a little, trying to keep up with him. “Hey, has Wolf told you anything?”
“No.”
“Do you know where we’re going?” The man didn’t answer, and Bones frowned, stepping up next to him, waiting for the elevator. Reaper didn’t look at him. “Is everyone else getting the VIP pick-up, too?”
“No.”
“Is it because I’m the boss?” Bones asked, chuckling, doing the belt up on his jeans.
Reaper turned his head, raising an eyebrow. “No, it’s because you’re the only one who won’t show up unless someone comes to get you.”
The doors to the elevator pinged and he stepped inside, leaving Bones on the landing.
“Not true. What about Queenie?” Bones stepped into the elevator, the doors slid closed behind them, and he looked at the big man.
“He’s already waiting in the car.”
Pushing his hands through his hair, Bones screwed his nose up. Damn the Greek for being on time for once.
The trip down the six floors was silent, the whir the only sound.
Heading out of the elevator, a dark Humvee waited at the front of the hotel for the pair.
It would be full of the rest of his team.
Ethan ‘Wolf’ Whitefeather.
Bastian ‘Apollo’ Phoenix.
Milo ‘Queenie’ Price.
They’d all be sitting in the vehicle, chuckling to each other, as he did the walk of shame. While they were all prone to their moments of passion with the fairer sex, Bones seemed to be the only one who hooked up with the wrong type of woman.
Usually, ones who liked to take off with his wallet.
Stepping out into the chilly air, he opened the door of the car.
Reaper took up his customary position in the front and Bones climbed into the back.
“Bones.”
Shifting his gaze to the driver, he nodded to the blond. The man's blue eyes flashed with amusement in the rear-view mirror.
“Apollo.”
The Humvee started off, taking them away from the hotel and the two women Bones had been with. Pity. He had been enjoying himself.
“So, what’s the mission?” he asked, turning his attention to the man by his side.
Wolf turned his head. Dark chocolate brown eyes staring at him.
Wolf handed him a folder, close to the thickness of his little finger.
Taking the folder, Bones looked at the cover. “Waterford Bio Medical? Who the hell are they?”
“They’re a small medical research company out of London,” Wolf explained. “We have to take three doctors into a small village and bring them back out. Alive.”
“Why just three?” Opening the folder, Bones flipped through the contents.
Documents of incidence. Infection reports. Photos of the victims. Group bios.
“They will only be there to seek out the incident of infection and report back to the WHO if they deem it necessary.”
Bones flipped over the bio sheets, coming face to face with a pair of doe brown eyes. “Oh, hello there, beautiful.”
“Doctor Abigail Baker. She is the one who is assigned to be the leader of the group, and the woman you have to deal with.” Wolf took the file and placed it on his lap. “Try to keep it in your pants.”
Bones acted offended, screwing his nose up at the man beside him. “Hey. When I am working, I happen to be a very professional man.”
“It’s only when you’re not working, you become an animal,” Queenie quipped, looking around Wolf to his boss. “How many did you leave back there?”
Bones’ face heated, and Reaper held up his hand, two fingers wiggling in the air.
“Only two? Wow. Why not more?”
“I have one dick and one mouth, Queenie. I can only do so much.”
The whole car erupted in laughter. Once it had died down, Bones tipped his head back, looking up at the roof lining of the vehicle. “So, when do we leave?”
“Now.”
Bones had a feeling it would have been the case. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have come and gotten him. He would have been left to have fun with the women and called later in the day. “My things packed?”
“Of course. Apollo saw to it,” Wolf replied.
“Thanks, Baz,” Bones said, earning a wink from the driver. They were more than team-mates. They were adopted into the same family as kids. Bastian was the only one who had a key to his house, knew how he lived. He would have only had to walk in a couple of feet and picked up the bag from the last mission and walk out. Bones was like that.
Didn’t even like to live in his own house. “And the gear?”
“Reaper’s already seen to it. It’s all waiting at the base.”
“Good.” The scenery flashed by, the vehicle’s occupants falling silent. “So, where we off to?”
No-one answered, and Bones turned his head. “Wolf?”
The Native American by his side blinked, turning his head, lips pursing. “Kenya.”
The pit of Bones’ stomach rebelled, and he gripped the handle on the car door. The scar which ran from the middle of his forehead, down around his right eye, ending at the corner of his mouth—itched. Burning as memories flashed through his brain.
“How much are they paying?”
“Waterford?”
“Yes,” Bones replied through clenched teeth. They wanted him to go halfway across the world. To a place which brought back bad memories. There’d want to be fucking good compensation.
“One million.”
One million.
After paying for the trip and equipment, flights and other costs—each member would pocket $150,000. A few days in Kenya to make more than what most people could in a year? He could deal with that if he had to. He’d gone to hell and back for less.
“One million to take a group of doctors to Kenya and back?”
“Yep.”
Bones’ eyebrows scrunched together as he looked out the window and the vehicle fell silent again.
Now he knew why Reaper hadn’t told him where they were going.
Everyone knew why Bones hated that country so much.
The scar on his face itched again, and he lifted his hand, rubbing at it.
Kenya.
One of the last places on earth he wanted to revisit.
But he had a company to run and a reputation to uphold. There wasn’t a place they wouldn’t go or a person they wouldn’t protect—for the right price.
Grinding his teeth together until his jaw ached, Bones’ day went from bad to worse.
He didn’t want to go to Africa.
• • •
Ainsley Cole lives in a tiny coal mining town in Australia. She lives with her soul-mate and the four little beings they made together. Writing since she was only 11, she has a few books under her belt under different names. In her spare time, (when not being a busy mummy) Ainsley likes to garden, play video games and marathon Marvel movies.
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