Chapter 12
“Even with my shields up, I felt that blast, Ricardo.”
“Go to hell, sis!” He tried to match his whisper to Isobel’s and nearly strangled in his attempt because his throat was so tight.
“Should I have them turn the plane around? The briefing officer said we could abort this if we got uncomfortable.”
“Absolutely not! I’m not going to be some lame-ass excuse that holds the team back.”
“No. You’re a soldier suffering from a perfectly justifiable case of—”
“Don’t say it!”
“—post-traumatic stress disorder.”
“f**k!” He so didn’t need this s**t. “You’ll never understand, Isobel. You were never a soldier. You can’t—”
“I’ll never understand? You arrogant prick. Do you know that for the last year I haven’t once closed myself off to your feelings no matter how awful they were?”
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