LITMIR.BIZ

       Chapter Two

      As Asher hit the ground, Paige gasped and lurched forward.

      Loud voices and a crashing noise had her jumping back behind the tree.

      “What the hell, Granger? Did you have to shoot him with a dart?”

      Paige backed up and scrambled for cover behind a clump of bushes and a rotting log. She flipped up her hood and smashed her face into the mulch, the smell of moist, verdant dirt filling her nostrils.

      “Don’t give me that, Lewis. If that guy gets away, it’s your ass and my ass.”

      “I don’t think he was running for the hills or anything. Where would he be going? Besides, he’s got enough drugs pumping through his veins that he wouldn’t get far, anyway.”

      Paige held her breath as two sets of footsteps marched closer to her hiding place. She couldn’t see the two men and she hoped to God they couldn’t see her.

      The other man, Granger, snorted. “You’re gonna count on that? This dude’s big, and even though his mind’s messed up, he’s still in Delta Force physical condition.”

      “That’s exactly my point.” The underbrush crackled and rustled as if the two men were hauling a tree trunk. “You brought him down, and now we gotta carry him back. We coulda just told him the Ping-Pong tournament was starting or something.”

      A bug crawled across Paige’s face and she squeezed her eyes closed, willing it away from her nose. These two men could not catch her here, as much as she wanted to save Asher from their clutches.

      “We didn’t know what he was up to or his state of mind. I don’t trust any of these guys, and I’m not gonna lose my job or risk getting my ass kicked by any of them—especially this one.”

      Huffs, puffs and curses replaced the conversation of the two men, and when the forest had gone silent once again, Paige raised her head and peeked over the crest of the log.

      She crawled on her belly in the opposite direction, every cell in her body screaming at her to turn back toward Asher. Would he remember their meeting when he came to? Would he understand what they’d done to him? Would he know to keep her a secret?

      By the time she reached the end of the wooded area and scrambled downhill to the access road, tears streamed down her face. What were they doing to Asher and why?

      He was a hero who’d risked his life for his country, and that very country now held him captive, held his mind captive.

      She hiked along the side of the access road, her boots scuffing the dirt. She couldn’t go to the police. She couldn’t go to the army. She might be putting Asher in danger if she did.

      Before she hit the main road, she glanced over her shoulder at the hillside covered with trees. She’d be back.

      She’d be back to get Asher and get him the hell out of that loony bin—after all, she was the fiancée of a D-Boy.

      * * *

      ASHER GROANED AND shifted to his side. His tongue swept his bottom lip and he tasted dirt. The forest. The woman.

      A chipper voice pierced his brain. “Coming to?”

      He peeled open one eye and took in the form of a sturdy nurse in pink scrubs. It wasn’t this woman—Tabitha—he’d seen in the forest. How come he could remember her so well?

      “What happened?” He cupped the back of his head with his hand, flattening his palm against the scar.

      “You got a little too ambitious.” She shook a finger at him and he wanted to chomp it off, but the sentiment floated away before it even registered.

      “While everyone else was napping, you decided to take a walk across the lawn and collapsed midway.”

      Asher ground his teeth together, mashing the dirt in his mouth. You’re lying, Tabitha.

      “I remember heading across the grass.” He massaged his temple with two fingers. “I don’t remember much after that.”

      As he struggled to sit up, Nurse Tabitha sprang into action and perched on the edge of the bed. “Let me.”

      She curled a strong arm around his shoulders, hooked the other around his chest and helped him sit up. “There.”

      “How’d I get back here?” He straightened up farther, hoping to dislodge her hand resting on his chest.

      She curled her fingers, briefly digging her nails into his pec before releasing him. “Granger and Lewis went out to move the lawn furniture and saw you sprawled on the grass. They got you back to your room.”

      Asher ran his tongue along his dry teeth and recognized the cotton mouth associated with the meds they gave him—the meds he’d chucked this morning. His gaze wandered to the window, the curtains open to the dark night.

      “Did I pass out? Have a seizure? It was daytime when I took that walk, or at least late afternoon.”

      Tabitha’s translucent eyelashes fluttered. “Just a little overexertion, and because of your...brain injury, the doctors thought it best to medicate you.”

      Of course they did.

      Asher scratched the scruff on his jaw. “Thank God for Lewis and...”

      “Granger.”

      “Right.”

      Tabitha hunched forward, her pink tongue darting out of her mouth. “I could shave you if you’d like.”

      He’d rather grow a beard down to his knees. “I’m...”

      “How’s the patient feeling, Tabitha?”

      The nurse leaned forward and pressed a warm, clammy hand against his forehead. “He’s awake and feeling fine, certainly looking fine, and I’m sure he’s ready to eat. Are you hungry, Lieutenant?”

      Asher threw back the covers, realizing for the first time he was naked beneath a hospital gown that gaped open in the front. Who’d done the honors of taking off his clothes? He sure hoped it wasn’t Nurse Touchy-Feely.

      His gaze darted around the room, looking for his missing clothes. “I am ready to eat. Too late to grab something in the mess hall?”

      “Not so fast there, Lieutenant Knight.” Dr. Evans stood by the bed, hovering over him. “I’d like to run a few tests and then bring Dr. Goshen in to see you.”

      “The shrink?” He swung his legs over the side of the bed, almost taking out Tabitha. “I’m fine. I passed out. I didn’t have a hallucination.”

      Did he? Was Paige, his fiancée, all an illusion? Nobody had said anything yet about finding a woman in the woods. If she hadn’t been a dream, he hoped she got away, because he had a feeling she wouldn’t be welcome here.

      “Your passing out could’ve been psychological. We don’t want to take any chances.” The doctor jerked his thumb at Tabitha. “While we’re poking and prodding your body and mind, Tabitha can go down to the kitchen and put in an order for your dinner.” The doctor adjusted his glasses. “You can have dinner

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