Chapter ElevenLiza was thinking about that pause and wondering where it had come from. It was more than something she’d wish for a fellow soldier. She wanted Garret to…what?
Garret—funny how Conway just wouldn’t stick anymore—made it a half dozen paces away before he stopped as if he’d been shot. He spun to face her before rushing back. For half a moment she thought he might be coming to kiss her. What reaction that might call for died before it had a chance to be considered as he brushed by her.
“Help me get this guy stripped!” He whipped out a knife and sliced the Afghani’s bonds.
“Get undressed,” she told him, because she knew what he was after. She took over removing the unconscious man’s clothes. Garret was far more powerfully built, but clothes here were loose to fend off the heat
