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I can’t even rateful smile Instead, I tip the bottle back to my mouth To my surprise, Bodie takes the bottle from me and mutters, “You need to slon”

“Fuck you,” I snarl as I push up frohtly, and hold my hand out for the bottle

Bodie’s dark eyes scrutinize lass He hasn’t shaved for days, and that scruff makes him look older and wiser than his twenty-six years

I snap ives a sigh Turning to the wet bar, he pours two glasses halfway to the ri the bottle down, he picks the glasses up and hands me one

I take it fronore the way my head swims froh sense within me to slow it down a bit, and I take a delicate sip

Bodie moves a few steps back and plops down in one of the cushy ared for us is five-star with no a It’s not a reward for a job well done, but rather he thinks it looks less suspicious for us to pretend to be vacationers So, we’re going to spend two nights here in Paphos, Cypress before we head back to the States, and I intend to use the ti up on my sleep

If I can sleep, that is

Thus, the reason for the bourbon

“It’s not your fault,” Bodie says quietly, and I co, and itation was loud and clear

As is uilt, apparently

“My perimeter was bad,” I say in a pissy voice

His eyes go hot with anger “Your peri with,” he practically snarls as he colass “The munitions dump was thirty clicks west of where the intel said it was We did the best we could e had”

Bodie comes at me like a cat, and I knoithout a doubt I’d never want hi uys, so his job was to rig and detonate a known ISIS ot wicked skills when it comes to hand-to-hand combat Four years in the Navy SEALs hones all the broad-based skills needed as a mercenary