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

eyes had widened in shock, remembering the man as well. “Oh my god!” she had breathed. “There’s no way.”
                  My heartbeat skipped a beat even now remembering the devastating lazy smile Cooper had given Tammy. “Way,” he countered.
                  We were quickly introduced and given a rundown of the rules of camp.
                  “Though it’s a safer camp than most,” Captain Hawking had lectured, “it’s still considered dangerous grounds. We’ve had lots of insurgents sneak across the border and hide among the refugees. We’ve also had some roving gangs infest the nearby town. With so many fleeing, it’s ripe territory for the picking. So we suggest that nobody leaves camp without an escort. We request that you only leave the boundaries of camp when in the company of a member of Easy Team. Is that understood?”
                  Authority and command radiated from his tall body. It was very easy to see that the man had been born for leadership. And yet there was a playful light that glinted in his eyes that spoke of someone who knew how to not take himself too seriously.
                  “Yes, sir!” Doc Jones had shouted, raising a hand to his forehead in a severe salute.
                  Captain Hawking quirked a brow in amusement. The older doctor matched his sardonic gaze.
                  Cooper nodded. “Dismissed then, soldiers,” he said dryly.
                  It had looked like Captain Hawking was about to approach me to speak with me privately when he was waylaid by one of his men, requiring his attention. He gave me a lingering look that said, next time , before heading off.
                  I swallowed. Thank god. I didn’t think I was ready to have a one on one with him just yet.
                  “Doctor?” the little boy next to me asked, interrupting my train of thoughts.
                  I shook my head, immediately pulling myself together. “I’m sorry, Puhar,” I said sincerely. Easy Team had managed to find three boys who all had some grasp of English to act as our translators. Cooper and some of his men seemed to have a handle on Pakreshi, the language of the refugees, but not enough to translate medical directions or consultations. Plus, they still had patrol duty.
                  I smiled at the mother who clutched her daughter tightly in her lap. “Can you ask her what she wants me to look at?” I asked Puhar, keeping my thoughts as focused as possible on everything but the mysterious and devastating handsome Captain that guarded the grounds behind me.
     
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                  “Oh my god,” Doc Jones groaned, sinking into a chair. “I think my bones have literally liquefied into jelly. Is that medically possible? Marg, is that possible?”
                  Margie, who was sitting in front of one of the hospital beds in our medical tent back at camp, slumped forward, her head hitting the white linens with a soft thud.              
                  “I don’t know,” she mumbled from the sheets in exhaustion. “You’re the one who went to medical school.”
                  “I did?” Doc Jones groaned, as he stretched one leg then another. He was covered in dirt from neck to knee. It had been a long and dusty day working in unbelievably hot temperatures. We had arrived at the camp at 10 in the morning but hadn’t left till 8 at night. And through it all, our longest breaks were the moments we had managed to snag a drink or two of water before we were back at it with the next patient.
                  “I don’t remember,” Doc Jones continued, his eyes closed in weariness. “I don’t even think I remember my name, Barbara.”
                  Tammy sat next to the doctor, nearly falling asleep in her seat. “I can’t