Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
With Google Maps open, Logan followed the directions for Ennis, Montana. He hit a narrow highway and picked up speed while Max stuck his head out the window. Ten miles down the road, he spotted a white truck on the side of the road. He couldn’t tell if it was the same make and model he’d seen through his scope, so he slowed his speed and glanced inside the cab as he passed. All three passengers were looking into the distance as if hypnotized. He caught a pained look on one of the males’ faces, so Logan immediately pulled onto the shoulder and put his truck into park, watching them through the rearview. No one moved from what he could see. They looked frozen in place. Assessing the situation for a moment longer, Logan made the only decision he could as a soldier, so he reached over and opened his glovebox, grabbing his 9mm. He stuffed it into the back of his jeans, covering it with his shirt, then he told Max to Stay.
Logan exited his truck slowly, scanning the surrounding area out of habit, looking for enemies that were no longer gunning for him, before heading in their direction. As he grew closer to the truck, he raised his hand in an offer of friendship, but his attention was focused on the two males. If the female was in trouble, they were the most significant threat.
Within five feet of the hood, he glanced quickly at the woman and almost stopped in his tracks. Her light-colored eyes were rimmed red, her face a mask of heartache and pain. She was staring at him with such hopelessness that his heart lodged in his throat, and his training kicked into high gear, quickening his pace. Yet, through all of the adrenaline flooding his system as he approached, it still registered he wanted the woman on sight. Her natural beauty was completely seductive to him in a way no other type of woman was. She was the kind of woman he and his brothers had talked about settling down with when they grew too old for The Unit. Some men wanted beauty queens to show off on their arm, but not Logan and his brothers. They’d wanted an all-American girl with big eyes, sweet lips, and soft curves they could hold all night. The kind of girl boys dreamt about when they were twelve and jacking off for the first time. Their innocence and strength were some of the many reasons a man like Logan put on a uniform in the first damn place: so no harm would ever come to the innocent.
Seeing the pain etched across her face, he was ready to seek and destroy the enemy at all costs, so his right hand moved to his back and he palmed his weapon, averting his attention back to the males as the threat. The oldest looked angry, the younger one blank at his approach, void of any feelings compared to the other two. He noted all three were similar in coloring from their hair to their skin, so he assumed they were related. Siblings?
He scanned their vehicle as he walked the final feet to the driver’s side door and found no evidence of malfunction. Something had clearly happened in the distance they’d traveled from their home, but he didn’t have a clue to work with.
The female turned her head slowly toward him as he approached her window. She still looked dazed, but had enough presence of mind to roll her window down.
“Can I help you?” Her voice sounded rough, like she was trying to hold back tears. His hand curled into a fist in reaction. All of his training was screaming at him to protect her, but there were no enemies in sight, so he uncurled his fist and loosened the tension in his jaw so he could speak.
“Everything okay?” he asked in a soothing tone to keep from frightening her. He was a large man; knew his size could intimidate, and the last thing he wanted was to cause her more undo stress.
She swallowed, then nodded quickly. “Fine as we can be.” Even the tone of her voice screamed innocence. Christ. She was every soldier’s wet dream.
Tearing his attention away from her for the briefest of seconds, Logan rechecked the males for a threat. There were backpacks on the floorboard below their feet and indifferent expressions on their faces. They were teens. Not a threat to him. They’d clearly been headed to school when something happened, so Logan pulled his hand from his gun and relaxed a degree.
“Car trouble?” he asked, trying to gauge her age. He was positive she was out of high school, but he wasn’t sure by how much.
She chuckled at his question, then blinked away unshed tears with a breathy scoff. “If only.”