Soldier For Hire. Kimberly Meter Van
if she had to suffer more than ten minutes of the crap.
Xander also had the worst eating habits she’d ever seen of a former army ranger. Xander treated his body like a dumpster rather than a temple and yet somehow, he still managed to beat her PT times.
And it had nothing to do with muscle mass or any of that shit. Somehow, Xander had figured out how to convert processed sugars and carbs into high-octane fuel for his body when the same diet would’ve sent normal people into diabetic comas.
“Where’s the rest of the team?” she asked.
“I sent them back to the hotel to await further instructions.”
Red Wolf Elite was based out of McClean, Virginia, which was a veritable hotbed of special forces, FBI and military personnel, so when Xander’s trail hadn’t left the state, she’d been surprised. Not that he would stick around now that the welcome wagon had almost managed to catch him. It would take a few days of R&R before she could be cleared for the field again, but she wasn’t about to send the team home, not when they’d come so close to catching him.
As much as she hated to entertain the bent of her thoughts, questions that’d sprung up the minute his file had crossed her desk, rose with sharper clarity.
Xander had been right about one thing—there were details in this case that made no sense.
But then when did terrorists ever make sense?
Was she willing to believe that Xander Scott, a highly decorated former army ranger, was capable of killing innocent people to get to one politician?
A politician who Xander claimed he didn’t know shit about until Red Wolf had been hired as security detail for the rally?
Xander had been the first to scoff at the detail, saying they weren’t babysitters.
True, they were a highly skilled, elite force of former military badasses working for a private military company.
PMCs were making big money right now with the US government hiring out details in the Middle East instead of sending troops to deal with any problems left in the wake of military conflicts.
The money was good, and it gave retired soldiers a place to feel useful when civilian life wasn’t in the cards for them.
So yeah, when the detail came across her desk, she’d rolled her eyes in private but she wasn’t the one signing checks so she went where she was told.
Except Xander had voiced what they’d all felt.
Playing security guard to a pampered, doughy, left-wing senator trying to get the conservative vote for his re-election campaign was definitely below their pay grade, but Scarlett packed up her team and they went as ordered.
Now she wished she’d conveniently discovered a schedule conflict for that detail.
You’re better than this, Rhodes...
Xander’s voice urged her to dig deeper, to look beyond the flash bomb creating the sound and smoke to find who’d actually thrown the thing in the first place...and why.
Damn you, Xander.
The thing about knocking boots with someone you aren’t supposed to see naked—say, your boss—the sex was damn electric.
So electric that it haunted your dreams and left you with a need so aching you’d do anything to make it stop.
Yeah, so that happened on the regular.
It wasn’t so bad when he’d been home, in his own bed. But now, on the run, sleeping in a rattrap motel, on sheets that smelled of bad choices and infrequent washings, an erection was damn inconvenient.
He wasn’t much in the mood for lovin’.
He closed his eyes but Scarlett was there.
Naked Scarlett.
That night had been epic—whether that fell in the good or bad column, he still wasn’t sure—but damn, it sure left behind a scorch mark.
Basically, they’d been celebrating a successful completion to a complicated detail and they’d all headed down to the local pub to blow off some steam. Usually, Scarlett broke off from the team when it came to slugging back shots—said it looked bad for the TL to get sloppy with the team—but that night, she’d agreed to have a beer with them.
Maybe she hadn’t liked the idea of celebrating alone, or maybe it’d been something more personal, but when she’d said yes, Xander had been just as surprised as everyone else.
As it turned out, their TL could hold her liquor pretty damn well and that led to a friendly competition—which then turned into a liver-destroying expedition.
Ahh, tequila, why are you such a harsh bitch?
While everyone else tapped out, Xander and Scarlett kept at it.
Until... Well, suddenly, they were done with shots and they were in Scarlett’s apartment, naked and making even worse choices.
But, hot damn, those choices had led to some seriously awesome sex.
Xander pushed at his stubborn erection, irritated by its refusal to calm down.
He didn’t care how amped up he got—he wasn’t about to jerk off in this disgusting place. A guy had to have his standards.
As the TL, Scarlett was rigid, by-the-book, hard-ass, hard-nosed, with zero-tolerance for bullshit.
As a lover, Scarlett was wild, insatiable, dangerous and intoxicating as hell.
Basically, it’d been like having sex with Scarlett’s black-sheep twin with daddy issues.
There’d been biting, scratching, howling, grunts, sweat and the smell of raunchy sex.
Like he’d said—epic.
Until morning.
Then things had gotten awkward...fast.
“I think we can both agree this was a mistake,” Scarlett had said stiffly over her coffee mug, her rumpled hair sexier than anything Xander had ever seen, even if her expression had returned to that of his hard-nosed TL. “You’re welcome to a cup of coffee, but then you’re going to need to go home.”
Usually, he was the one giving that speech. Felt different being the receiver. “Either the sex was that good...or that bad. Do I want to know where I landed on that scale?”
“The sex was good.”
“Just good?”
“Are you looking for a medal, because I’m fresh out of those.”
“Too bad, I’m sure a medal for sex would look pretty good against the ones Uncle Sam gave me for meritorious service.” He waited while Scarlett poured coffee into a mug and pushed it across the counter toward him. He grabbed the mug and took an exploratory sip. The hot bracing liquid was black enough to put hair on his chest but he choked it down, not wanting to look like a pussy by asking for cream. “So, out of curiosity...if it was so good, why the one-and-done?”
“Because I’m your superior and it’s inappropriate. Sex last night was a lapse in judgment and I’d appreciate it if we could keep this private.”
“Yeah, sure,” he agreed, realizing she was right. Scarlett was a good TL and he didn’t want to do anything that would jeopardize her position within Red Wolf. But he wasn’t going to lie, he would’ve been down for a few more rounds. “It’s a shame, though. We are pretty good together. Between the sheets, anyway.”
That tiny smile she allowed told him she agreed but Scarlett wasn’t one to mess with the rules. Her bones could’ve melted from