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Point Of No Return. Susan May Warren
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isbn 9781408967010
Автор произведения Susan May Warren
Серия Mills & Boon Love Inspired
Издательство HarperCollins
Normalcy. A country in crisis craved it, perhaps.
She understood. Whenever she’d come home from a mission, especially a rescue, she’d dive into her routine—yoga, health food, Bible study on base and weekly phone calls home.
She hadn’t had a real routine since she’d left the military. Which was why, perhaps, she was always living in crisis mode, pushing herself, never finding her default rhythm.
In a way, the foreign aromas made her feel more at home than anything had in the two years she’d spent in Seattle.
She turned onto George Balanchine Street and spotted the embassy set off from the road, wire fencing cordoning off Little America from the rest of the world. A guard station flanked a gate at the end of the rectangular fencing. A driveway beyond led to an enormous white building—austere in relation to the rich architecture of the Tbilisi streetscape. Of course, Americans had to be different, stand apart, resist blending in.
She hoped, however, just this once, her nephew hadn’t listened to her advice and had done exactly that—not blended in. It would be a thousand times easier to find him if he’d left a conspicuous trail.
And as for this runaway girl…well, Mae hoped she was worth it.
The light changed and she stepped out to cross.
Something grabbed at the canvas bag slung across her body, jerking her back.
On instinct, she whirled around to slam her fist on the hand holding her bag. Didn’t even think when she followed with a side kick to the shins.
She finished with a stiff arm chop to the neck.
The pickpocket didn’t run. Didn’t, in fact, even flinch. He just blocked her chop, his grip iron on her bag, dark eyes on hers, his voice just above a growl. “Calm down and stop hitting me.”
Then he released her bag. Mae tripped back, words stuck in her throat.
Chet?
He looked good, too. Dark curly hair, a little shorter than she remembered. Rumpled in a gray snap-button denim shirt rolled up just above the elbows. And a messenger bag slung across his chest. He stared at her with those piercing blue eyes that seemed to be able, in this moment, to stun her into silence. Chet Stryker. The man who’d told her that she couldn’t ever be on his team. That she couldn’t keep up.
That he didn’t want her in his life.
He had her off balance—that was why she let him drag her back toward the shadowy enclave between two doors. She was still reeling when he pushed her against the wall, bracketed her between his arms, and said tightly, “Can’t you listen to anything I say?”
And then, because it felt right, because he deserved it, because all her adrenaline suddenly peaked, she hit him again.
Square in the chest. “Apparently not.”
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