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

man’s eyes as well but he was doing a much better job of keeping his composure. But I saw his lips twitch as I muttered my oath.
                  “Ditto,” he said.

Chapter Six
Emilia
                  “Can you tell her that she needs to put this cream on at least twice a day?” I asked my interpreter, holding up two fingers. The boy nodded and spoke to my patient with what I hoped were the correct instructions.
                  The Pakresh woman nodded, smiling nervously at me as she gently patted the newly bandaged arm.
                  I gently squeezed her shoulder. “Twice a day. Then come back in a week and I can take out the stitches,” I said. The boy translated instantly.
                  The woman nodded and then slid out of her chair, quickly rushing out of the tent with the cream clutched in her hands.
                  I blew out a breath as I mopped some of the sweat from my forehead. When we had arrived at the camp, people had rushed towards us as soon as they had learned we were doctors. They had formed huge lines to get attention. I was touched to see the gallantry as men pushed women and children up to the front of the line.
                  But as soon as they stepped inside our little makeshift tent that we had set up in the middle of the camp, they became shy and quiet, as if a little scared of the strange medics.
                  I didn’t blame them. As refugees fleeing such a violent civil war, they probably had seen very little kindness in the last few months or even years of their lives.
                  We had done our best to set up our workstations. The huge and well-equipped tent at base camp, we learned, would only be used for serious cases where patients would require constant monitoring or supervision or for cases from the nearest town, which I heard was about fifty miles away.
                  The town had also suffered in the influx of refugees and hidden bombers, causing many of the professionals of the town, including doctors, to leave. They were also without medical care.
                  Another patient stepped in to the hot tent. This time it was a mother with a little girl. I smiled at the little girl and gestured at the folding chair, my makeshift exam table.
                  Before starting, I quickly glanced behind me. The tents here were much smaller. We even had to commandeer a few refugee tents for our temporary set up. Behind me, Doc Jones and Tammy were working together. Margie and another of the nurses were working a tent down. I also had a nurse with me but I had sent him to check on the patients waiting in line. If there were very minor issues, he could deal with it there on the spot, relieving the line of some extra patients.
                  “Bear, Scotty’s moving towards the west gate! Move on down the perimeter!” I heard a very familiar voice shout from outside.
                  “Copy that!” a voice replied.
                  Even in this heat, I felt a small cool thrill of excitement run down my spine. It had been a shock to the gut to see that man again. And of all places, here!
                  But now I had a name, Captain Cooper Hawking.
                  Whatever I had imagined the mystery man from the bar to be, it had not been some kind of Special Forces mercenary. But I had to say, looking over his muscular physique in his desert camo, the occupation fit him perfectly.
                  He looked like he wore courage like a second skin. For some reason, I suddenly felt shy meeting his gaze.
                  Instantly, my team had caught on to the odd vibe during our first meeting. I saw Doc Jones from the corner of my eye raising a brow in confusion and question towards Margie who shrugged in response.
                  Tammy’s