What I Fight For: A Bad Boy Military Romance (Easy Team Book 1) by Gemma Hart

That was good. It would help keep the space clean and sterile. Or at least as clean and sterile as we could get it here.
                  Outside were some of the trunks we had sent on ahead, neatly stacked by the tent front.
                  “Wow,” I said.
                  Mr. Carew beamed with pride. “I know,” he said. “Unchartered Relief Aid recently invested in some newer tents that are a little better designed for the modern medic in mind. Come inside! You must see the inside!”
                  Parking the Humvee outside the tent, we all stepped down eagerly. With a grand flourish, Mr. Carew pushed back the heavy tent flap and let us all in. It was cool inside although no fan was turned on. The canvas tent must’ve been lined with some kind of heat repelling fabric.
                  Inside were four hospital beds, each with a clean curtain waiting by its side. There were several portable medical sets, equipped with several drawers filled with the essentials like bandages, syringes, gauze, etc.
                  We slowly took in our surroundings, amazed and impressed. None of us had expected to see anything so nice here. I know I had personally been picturing a hot open tent with flies buzzing in our faces as we tried to treat patients in a dirty, sandy environment.
                  There was even a little storeroom inside the tent that carried some basic medications and vaccinations.
                  “This…might not be so bad,” Margie said. It was hard to impress an experienced nurse like Margie. But this tent was doing it.
                  “Right?” I said, opening one of the medical chests and finding neat rows of packaged scalpels and scissors. “Whoever this Easy Team is, they did a good job of setting up the place.” Especially if none of them had any medical background. They had placed everything in a very logical order. We wouldn’t have to change anything at all. We could just get straight to work.
                  I looked around the tent and saw my team browsing in awe around the space when I noticed someone was missing. “Where did Mr. Carew go?” I asked.
                  Doc Jones looked up from the tiny autoclaves. “Oh, he said that he was going to go grab the—”
                  Suddenly, Mr. Carew’s face popped back into the tent. He made a waving gesture at me. “Dr. Lyon, could you come out for a moment? I want to introduce you to the Captain of Easy Team. He’ll be your main contact and guide throughout your stay here.”
                  I made a gesture to the rest of my group. Although Doc Jones was the more senior doctor, I had been the one assigned this relief mission so technically, I was team leader.
                  Together, we exited the tent and stepped back out into the blinding dry heat. I squinted my eyes as I adjusted to the brilliant sunlight again.
                  “Dr. Lyon,” I heard Mr. Carew say from somewhere to my right. “May I introduce Captain Cooper Hawking?”
                  I blinked, waiting for my vision to clear. Slowly the black shapes blinded by the sun began to fade into colors more recognizable.
                  I stuck out my hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Cap—”
                  The words dried out on my tongue. I looked at the figure in front of me in stunned amazement.
                  It was him.
                  The height. The broad chest. The muscular forearms that his rolled up sleeves revealed. And the dark, penetrating gaze.
                  It was my mystery man.
                  Here. In Qunar.
                  What the fuck?
                  “Holy shit,” I breathed to myself.
                  I saw the shock and surprise cross the