were gone. I thought I'd never see you again."
She returned the passion of his kisses, the fervor of his caresses. She put her hands to his cheeks, looked deep into his eyes. "I thought I'd lost you too. No one would tell me anything."
"No one knows anything. They told me you were dead."
Her eyes filled with dread. "Dead? You thought I was dead?"
"It's what they told me. I didn't know. I was just trying to get back to you, to see for myself."
She hadn't died, but she almost had. When she'd awoken and he wasn't there, she had been sure he was gone. Dead gone.
Too afraid to even think about it, she'd pushed those thoughts out of her mind. She left the infirmary in search of answers. As the medical staff kept running between the infirmary and Sit 1, Sit 1 was where she tried to go.
She kissed him again. Her lips, her tongue, her body, wanted him. Oh God, she told herself as she sighed. She wanted to feel. She wanted him to do her right now, right here up against the wall. She didn't care who saw, what anyone said or whether it was right or wrong. She wanted to feel everything about him, to know him as she had been so deathly afraid she never would get the chance to.
She spun around, pulled him to her as she backed up against the wall. "Ohhh… Ohhh… Ohhh," she cried out, but this time it wasn't a pleasure-filled moan. It was pain--the pain of her wound as she backed up against the wall.
The shooting pain in her shoulder brought her back to reality, almost as if a hypnotist had snapped his fingers and told her to wake up. She pushed him back, her hand on his chest. The feel of his beating heart beneath her fingers sent a shiver down her spine and all the way to her toes. "Oh, Scott, what am I doing? What have I done?"
"Edie, you didn't do anything I didn't want," he said with a broad grin. "I was scared to death that I'd never be able to do that. Mad as hell at myself for not doing it the hundred times I could have. I love you."
Three simple words she'd waited so long to hear. I could die now, she told herself before realizing how wrong such thoughts were and how even more wrong her actions were with all that was going on.
Her thoughts swam, but a sudden sadness in his eyes brought her thoughts back to him. He looked absolutely crestfallen. What was wrong? Then she realized she hadn't said those three simple words back.
"I love you," she said, wrapping her arms around him, even though it hurt like hell to do so.
Stepping back from him, she nodded to the shoulder wound. "7.62mm through and through. Go me one better?"
Chapter 17
Mediterranean Sea Late Afternoon, Tuesday, 19 June
Scott's heart was racing. It had taken everything he had to keep from giving Edie everything she wanted right there for all to see. But his devil-may-care attitude was fleeting.
He knew better, every part of him knew better--even if every part of him wanted her as much as she wanted him. "You mean 5.56mm?"
"No, 7.62mm. It's what the combat medic who stitched me up wrote in my charts."
That didn't make sense. He closed his eyes, tried to bring back the images of the attack.
He assumed she'd been hit when they were under water by a strafing pass of the .50 heavy guns as the SEALs tried to contain the escalating situation. That made sense because they were in the water and had jumped away from an incoming RPG, putting them on the opposite side of the Sea Shepherd and away from the attack.
The Beretta ARX160 the SEALs carried had a .223 L.R. round that was just like 5.56mm NATO rounds. Wounds from the two were easily confused, but it was hard to confuse either for a wound from a 7.62mm round.
There were AK-47s aboard the Sea Shepherd . AK-47s used 7.62mm cartridges but a hit from an AK-47 didn't make sense even if there were AK-47s onboard the fishing boats. AK-47s had an effective range of
She returned the passion of his kisses, the fervor of his caresses. She put her hands to his cheeks, looked deep into his eyes. "I thought I'd lost you too. No one would tell me anything."
"No one knows anything. They told me you were dead."
Her eyes filled with dread. "Dead? You thought I was dead?"
"It's what they told me. I didn't know. I was just trying to get back to you, to see for myself."
She hadn't died, but she almost had. When she'd awoken and he wasn't there, she had been sure he was gone. Dead gone.
Too afraid to even think about it, she'd pushed those thoughts out of her mind. She left the infirmary in search of answers. As the medical staff kept running between the infirmary and Sit 1, Sit 1 was where she tried to go.
She kissed him again. Her lips, her tongue, her body, wanted him. Oh God, she told herself as she sighed. She wanted to feel. She wanted him to do her right now, right here up against the wall. She didn't care who saw, what anyone said or whether it was right or wrong. She wanted to feel everything about him, to know him as she had been so deathly afraid she never would get the chance to.
She spun around, pulled him to her as she backed up against the wall. "Ohhh… Ohhh… Ohhh," she cried out, but this time it wasn't a pleasure-filled moan. It was pain--the pain of her wound as she backed up against the wall.
The shooting pain in her shoulder brought her back to reality, almost as if a hypnotist had snapped his fingers and told her to wake up. She pushed him back, her hand on his chest. The feel of his beating heart beneath her fingers sent a shiver down her spine and all the way to her toes. "Oh, Scott, what am I doing? What have I done?"
"Edie, you didn't do anything I didn't want," he said with a broad grin. "I was scared to death that I'd never be able to do that. Mad as hell at myself for not doing it the hundred times I could have. I love you."
Three simple words she'd waited so long to hear. I could die now, she told herself before realizing how wrong such thoughts were and how even more wrong her actions were with all that was going on.
Her thoughts swam, but a sudden sadness in his eyes brought her thoughts back to him. He looked absolutely crestfallen. What was wrong? Then she realized she hadn't said those three simple words back.
"I love you," she said, wrapping her arms around him, even though it hurt like hell to do so.
Stepping back from him, she nodded to the shoulder wound. "7.62mm through and through. Go me one better?"
Chapter 17
Mediterranean Sea Late Afternoon, Tuesday, 19 June
Scott's heart was racing. It had taken everything he had to keep from giving Edie everything she wanted right there for all to see. But his devil-may-care attitude was fleeting.
He knew better, every part of him knew better--even if every part of him wanted her as much as she wanted him. "You mean 5.56mm?"
"No, 7.62mm. It's what the combat medic who stitched me up wrote in my charts."
That didn't make sense. He closed his eyes, tried to bring back the images of the attack.
He assumed she'd been hit when they were under water by a strafing pass of the .50 heavy guns as the SEALs tried to contain the escalating situation. That made sense because they were in the water and had jumped away from an incoming RPG, putting them on the opposite side of the Sea Shepherd and away from the attack.
The Beretta ARX160 the SEALs carried had a .223 L.R. round that was just like 5.56mm NATO rounds. Wounds from the two were easily confused, but it was hard to confuse either for a wound from a 7.62mm round.
There were AK-47s aboard the Sea Shepherd . AK-47s used 7.62mm cartridges but a hit from an AK-47 didn't make sense even if there were AK-47s onboard the fishing boats. AK-47s had an effective range of
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