“Which means you had to go in before the mission team.”
“Yeah, usually. We’d insert a few days in advance, take measurements, watch for changing conditions. Help the commander make the final call on whether it was safe to go at all. Supportthem during the mission.”
She’d never understand how the veterans she knew could be so blasé about their roles in war. “With weapons.”
His smile was a bit patronizing, but she probably deserved it. “That’s the combat part.”
The need to reach out and touch him, to reassure herself that he was whole and healthy, overcame her good sense. She lightly caressed his knuckles.
His gaze lockedonto hers, intense, hot.
She withdrew her hand, gripping the blanket as she cleared her throat and blinked. “Why’d you get out?”
Jeff dropped his hands and retreated, crossing his arms over his chest, his biceps bulging. “I found out I had a son.”
