Immortally Yours, An Urban Fantasy Romance (Monster MASH, Book 1) by angie fox Page B

gorgeous and in charge. I didn't know if I wanted to slap him or kiss him.  
    "Sorry ladies," Galen called, "I'm all hers to night."  
    "Stop encouraging them," I hissed.  
    "It's true," he said, to them and to me.  
    "Yes, but not the way they...forget it." I said, wheeling him faster.  
    I headed for the shadows, past the rectangular shack that served as the officers' club. The tin roof was loud as heck during the monthly rainstorm, but it gave the bar its bite. Large gutters funneled down into tanks that captured Hell's Rain. Rodger had measured it at 180 proof. I didn't like to touch the stuff. Only now it didn't sound half bad. If anybody could drive me to drink, it was Galen.  
    Maybe I should have stopped for a glass because horror of horrors, Colonel Kosta emerged from the shadows, coming our way. Oh, this was just great.  
    Colonel Kosta held himself impossibly erect, shoulders squared, his shaved head gleaming under the outside floodlights. An angry scar cut down his right cheek and over his mouth and chin, a souvenir from the Battle of Thermopylae.  
    Maybe he'd let us pass. I gripped the wheelchair handles tighter. It's not that I'd necessarily be in trouble. But I didn't want any questions, either.  
    Leaning down, I whispered against Galen's ear, "Be casual."  
    I could feel him grinning. "What? Do you want me to take something else off?"  
    Maybe I'd died and gone to hell. I tried not to let my mortification show, which was probably impossible.  
    Kosta's sharp gaze lingered on my patient as he passed. "Evening, Robichaud."  
    "Colonel," I said, straightening. Maybe I could just be struck by lightning and be done with it.  
    Somehow—I think I blocked it out—I managed to get Galen past the medical supply tents, past the enlisted Club, the general supply depot, and the ambulance lot. The suns had almost set and the motor pool was lit with lanterns and torches. A few mechanics had a jeep up on blocks and were working underneath.  
    One of the smart alecks called out to us as we passed, "You two going to see the good father?"  
    "At least I've been invited, Lazio," I shot back.  
    Galen drew a hand through his short spiky hair. "Something I should know about?" he asked, watching Lazio chuckle with a few of the mechanics.  
    "Oh, it's dumb." Which is what made it kind of fun. "There's really nowhere to be alone in a MASH camp, so when people want to get a bit amorous, they head back to this huge outcropping of rocks past the cemetery and beyond the minefield."  
    "Minefield?" He sounded surprised.  
    "That's what we call the junkyard. I mean, you can't let frisky couples sneak in and out of there without wiring the place with a few pranks."  
    He seemed amused at that. "And couples? They still risk it?"  
    "For half an hour alone? You bet."  
    "How romantic."  
    "I wouldn't know." Now, why had I told him that?  
    "Anyway, our chaplain has a hut out that way. He likes to minister to the semi-demonic creatures, try to help turn them around. As you can imagine, they're a bit reluctant to show up in camp during office hours."  
    I parked the chair. Galen was up and out of it before I could even get the emergency brake on. I let it slide. We were finally alone. Now I just had to think of exactly what to say to the man.  
    The torches cast an uneven light as full night came upon us.  
    His back muscles bunched as he squinted out past the cemetery, toward the mounding scrap yard beyond.  
    "Believe it or not, there's a path through it," I said. "Toward the end, you come to a fork in the road. Go left and you come up on Father McArio's hut. Go right and it's make-out city."  
    "Ahh," he turned back to me, eyes glittering, "so when you want to be alone with your sweetheart..."  
    "You just invite them out to see the good father."  
    He gave me a long look. "And what does your camp commander have to say about that?"  
    "As much of a hard-ass as he can be"—and Kosta definitely took pride