Hot Soldier's Chase

by Cindy Dees

  Now that was stating the obvious. No Boy Scout kissed like he did, she was sure.

  “I found us a good spot to sleep, tonight. I also found water,” he announced.

  “Hallelujah,” she replied fervently. But the word died on her lips a few minutes later as she stared down at a muddy pool of water. It was little more than a puddle, really.

  “But it’s dirty!” she cried in dismay made all the worse by her raging thirst.

  “Sediment looks bad, but it won’t kill you. Hell, little kids eat dirt all the time. Think of it as an extra-thin latte.”

  She sniffed delicately. “Shouldn’t we boil it first?”

  “Can’t risk a fire,” was his terse reply. “Here’s the thing, Kimberly. Both of us have gone over twenty-four hours without water. I bet you’ve got a decent headache going by now.”

  She did, but she wasn’t about to admit it. She wasn’t on the verge of dying, and nothing short of that was going to get her to drink that filthy water.

  “Your lips are chapped. You’re not sweating enough, and you’re grouchy as hell. Classic signs of dehydration. We’ll die in about four more days without any water. But, any disease we pick up from that—” he pointed down at the puddle “—won’t kill us for a couple weeks.”

  “Lovely,” she muttered.

  He shrugged. “That’s the worst case scenario. It’s much more likely that if the water’s contaminated you’ll only get a good case of the runs.”

  She looked up, appalled by the prospect. The runs? No. Thank. You. “I’m not drinking that slop,” she announced. “Why don’t you do your Daniel Boone thing and find us some clean water.” She crossed her arms over her chest for good measure.

  His gaze narrowed into a dangerous calm she was beginning to recognize as a bout of bull-headed, testosterone induced, macho mad. “You need water, and you need it now,” he growled.

  “Not on your life.”

  “Look, Miss High and Mighty. I’m responsible for your welfare, and I’m ordering you to drink that!” He pointed at the mud puddle.

  “Sorry,” she answered breezily. “I’m a civilian. I don’t take orders from soldiers.”

  The muscles in his jaw rippled and suddenly he seemed to grow taller and broader. Uh-oh. He looked just like he had at the firing range when he’d gotten ready to kill something. He loomed dangerously close. She took a step back. And another.

  He stalked after her and spoke low and silky. His tone positively made her skin crawl. “Am I going to have to kiss you half senseless again to get you to drink some water?”

  Again… She stopped retreating indignantly. Was he implying that he’d kissed her before only to get her up that hillside? How dare he?

  “Half senseless…me…again? You lout!” Fury boiled up in her gut, and somewhere very deep inside her, a kernel of hurt formed. That kiss had blown his socks off. She knew it as surely as she was standing here. He could deny it all he wanted, but she wasn’t buying it for a second.

  “You didn’t kiss me to coerce me into climbing that hill and you know it,” she accused.

  He lifted a skeptical eyebrow and gave her a cool-as-cucumber look. “Do you need me to prove the point?” he drawled, his leering gaze locked on her mouth.

  “Don’t even think about it, mister!”

  He laughed and took a step forward.

  “If you lay a hand on me, I’ll…I’ll…”

  “You’ll what?” he challenged.

  She stared at him, her mind a blank. What did you threaten a commando with when you were temporarily stranded in the middle of a jungle with him? “I’ll make you admit that kissing me completely blew you away!”

  That set him back on his heels. His gaze narrowed ominously.

  She glared right back.

  Finally he sighed and looked away. “We don’t have time for this foolishness, but I’ll make you a deal. If you’ll drink some of this water, I’ll filter it for you and get most of the dirt out first. It won’t be sterile, but it’ll look better.”

  Part of her wanted to tell him to go suck an egg. But the other part reluctantly had to admit that he was right. Her head throbbed and her lips were cracked and parched. “Is that really the only water available to drink?” she asked thinly.

  “It really is,” he answered quietly.

  “Fine.” She gave in with ill grace.

  He walked a few yards away and tore off several gigantic leaves from a plant. He dug a depression in the ground with the heel of his boot and lined it with the leaves. Then he pulled out the red felt beret and scooped up a hatful of the water. He held it over the shallow hole.

  Nothing happened at first. But then water started dripping steadily out of the hat. As it collected in the basin it was clear, the sediments trapped by the hat’s felt, more like drinking water was supposed to be.

  After he’d strained a good half gallon of water, he handed her a thin reed she’d seen him pick a while earlier. She looked at the stick blankly. It wasn’t thick enough to whack him over the head with like she’d like to.

  “It’s hollow,” Tex explained. “Like a straw.”

  Ah. She poked the end of the reed in the makeshift basin and drank. The water was warm and tasted terrible, but she couldn’t remember the last time anything felt so good going down her throat.

  Tex drank, as well, using another reed. He strained water until both their thirsts were slaked.

  He stood up. “Come on. I’ve got to build a shelter before it gets full dark.”

  She’d expected him to lead her to a nice little clearing, build a cheerful fire and maybe find some logs to sit on. But instead he pushed into the thickest underbrush she’d seen all day. More of the giant-leafed plants hung low over a tangle of vines and roots.

  She watched him pull a bunch of the leaves down and lash them with thin vines to a waist-high jumble of growth. Then he bent back enough of the vines and brambles below to create a tiny hollow. In a few minutes a little green cave took shape.

  “Get in,” he ordered. “I’m going hunting. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

  “Hunting? As in for food?” she asked hopefully. Her stomach growled impatiently.

  He shrugged. “That, too. I’m going to do a little reconnaissance along the way, though.”

  Reconnaissance? That sounded dangerous. She warned him, “If you get yourself killed and leave me alone out here, I’ll have your head on a platter in the afterlife.”

  He answered dryly. “I’ll keep that in mind. Wouldn’t want to jeopardize my immortal soul.” Grinning, he shouldered the gun he’d called an AK-47 and pushed the other gun into the shelter. “If somebody approaches you, point this baby at them and pull the trigger once. I’ll hear the noise and come back right away.”

  “You’re suggesting I shoot someone?” she exclaimed.

  “Keep your voice down!” he barked under his breath. “I’m not suggesting anything, Kimberly. I’m ordering you to shoot anyone besides me who approaches you.”

  “What if I miss?”

  “RITA doesn’t miss. It has a computer-guided targeting system. You only have to point in the general direction of your target and it’ll do the rest.”

  She recoiled from the thought of blowing someone’s head off like she’d seen him do to clay targets. “I can’t kill someone!”

  He sighed. “Just promise you’ll pull the trigger. It’s the only way I’ll know you’re in trouble.”

  She eyed the rifle with deep suspicion. “Is it loaded with real bullets or fake ones for the rifle range?”

  Tex laughed shortly. “It’s loaded with hydra-shock explosive rounds. They’ll blow a hole the size of a basketball in anything they hit.”

  “What if I accidentally shoot you?”

  He shrugged. “Then take the beret. You’ll need it to strain your water.” And with that he turned and melted into the trees.

  She glared at the spot where she’d last seen him. Then the immensity of the jungle crowded in as it hit her
she was alone. She got down on her hands and knees and crawled into the shelter. Where was a four-star hotel when a girl needed one? Heck, she’d be delighted with a rat-infested flea trap right about now.

  She shimmied out of her ruined sweater, so relieved to be free of the blasted thing she hardly cared if Tex came back and found her in her bra. The pink angora garment looked as pitiful as a cat who’d been caught out in the pouring rain.

  The shelter’s roof was too low to sit upright beneath, so she stretched out on the cool ground and wadded the sweater under her head. Relief washed over her as she finally let go of the day’s tension. She closed her eyes for just a minute.

  She had no idea how long she slept. One second she was peacefully unconscious and the next she had the distinct feeling she was not alone. She opened her eyes and looked up.

  A man loomed over her. His skin was dark and a red beret slouched over one eye. His eyes gleamed with hatred and lust.

  She drew breath to scream, but a filthy hand slammed down on her mouth. She froze as cold steel bit into the side of her neck.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Cold-blooded, killing-on-his-mind rage surged through Tex at the sight of the soldier holding a knife to Kimberly’s neck. He lunged through the thicket at the rebel, snarling low in his throat. The soldier spun away from Kimberly and sprang into a fighting stance. A knife glinted faintly in the guy’s right hand.

  Blood roared in his ears and Tex didn’t mess around with any finesse moves. He charged forward, grabbed the slashing wrist and slammed his fist into the guy’s face as hard as he could.

  The rebel dropped like a rock.

  Jeez. That had been close. Way, way too close.

  “Kimberly, honey, are you all right?” he panted.

  She crouched in the opening of the shelter, her eyes huge and terrified as she peered up at him. He held open his arms and she all but leapt into them. She hung on as if her life depended on him. Of course, it probably did.

  Her shudders gradually subsided and she looked up at him. “Did you kill him?” she choked out.

  He glanced down at the unmoving rebel. They guy’s nose was mush. He’d probably cracked a few of the dude’s facial bones and the guy’d probably lose a couple teeth out of it. Not that it was going to matter when he was done with the bastard.

  His first inclination was to cause the rebel a whole lot of pain before he waxed him. But, given the need for quiet, he would have to settle for slitting the guy’s throat. He realized Kimberly was staring at him, waiting for an answer to her question.

  “No, I didn’t. But I’m going to.”

  “You’re going to…” Her gaze flickered to the unconscious man at their feet, then back up at him. “You wouldn’t!” she accused.

  He leaned down and plucked the bowie knife out of the guy’s limp fingers. “I’ll drag him away from here before I slit his throat because the smell of blood’s going to attract some nasty visitors. I don’t want packs of predators parking on the front steps of our shelter.”

  Her eyes went wide and black and fine trembling enveloped her entire body. Good. Maybe the seriousness of their situation was finally starting to sink in. He pressed the point. “I’m not going to bother burying him because it would take too much time. And besides, when the animals are done with him, nobody will be able to tell if he was human or not.”

  Even in the near total darkness, he saw her face go white as a sheet. He hoped she didn’t faint on him. He already had his hands full with the rebel.

  Kimberly grabbed him by the arm. “Tex. You can’t kill this man!”

  “Sure I can. Besides the fact that he deserves to die for attacking you, I can’t let him run back to his buddies and tell them where we are. I’ve got to silence him.”

  Words tumbled out of Kimberly’s mouth, stumbling over one another as she spoke urgently. “I believe you. This is all real. You don’t have to kill that guy to prove it to me.”

  “I’m not killing him to prove anything,” Tex answered reasonably. “I’m killing him because he found us and he represents a threat to your safety.”

  She wrung her hands, keeping pace beside him as he commenced dragging the soldier’s limp body out into the jungle. “Tex. You can’t kill a man on my account. It’s wrong to slaughter another human being like this! I couldn’t live with this guy’s life on my conscience. Please. For me. Don’t do it!” she begged.

  Tex let the guy’s feet drop to the ground with a thud. He stared hard at her. She looked desperate. “Are you for real?”

  She nodded frantically. “Yes. Absolutely. For God’s sake, don’t kill this man!”

  He closed his eyes for a moment in sheer frustration. “You’re asking me to make a huge tactical mistake. My job is to keep you safe. At all costs. Including this guy’s life.”

  “I understand. But spare him anyway. Please?”

  Her eyes were so soulful, so pitiful. He felt his resolve slipping. And then she put her soft, supplicating hand on his arm. He cursed viciously under his breath. “Mark my words, I’m going to live to regret this,” he rumbled. He tucked the knife in his belt and pulled out a length of rope. “Help me tie him up, will you?” he asked in resignation.

  She took breath to speak and he interrupted her before she could say a word. “There’s no way you’re talking me out of this, Kimberly. I am binding and gagging him so he can’t get loose for a day or two. By then we’ll have a big enough head start so he can’t give away our location. I hope.”

  Kimberly flung her arms around his neck. “Oh, thank you, Tex.” She planted a big, enthusiastic kiss on his mouth.

  Hell, for a thanks like that, he ought to spare bad guys’ lives more often. He stripped off the guy’s canvas camo shirt and then tied and gagged the soldier quickly, securing the guy’s hands around a rough barked tree. If the fellow rubbed the ropes on the tree for long enough, the cord would fray and he’d get loose. If not… Tex shrugged.

  “Come on,” he growled. “Let’s get back under cover.”

  Fortunately, Kimberly didn’t give him any more flack. He knocked the soldier on the temple to make sure he remained unconscious for a while longer, and then led her back to their shelter in resigned silence. It was a huge mistake to leave that guy alive.

  He paused outside the entrance to their little cave. “Tell me the God’s honest truth, Kimberly. Are you saying you believe me about being kidnapped because you wanted to save that guy’s neck or because you do accept that, in fact, you were kidnapped?”

  She stared up at him for a long time. She whispered, “You were really going to kill that soldier, weren’t you?”

  He nodded without hesitation. “Absolutely. I can’t believe I let you talk me out of it.”

  “If I had any doubts about it being real before, I don’t anymore.” She collapsed onto the ground and buried her face in her hands.

  He sat down beside her, at a loss as to how to comfort her. He rarely hung around women. Especially crying ones. “Nothing’s changed. I’m still going to get you out of this safely. It’ll all turn out fine and you’ll have a helluva story to tell your grandkids.”

  She glanced up at him, her eyes suspiciously watery. “If only you could wave a magic wand and make it all stop!”

  “I will make it stop, darlin’. You just have to bear with me for a few days. We’ll be okay. I swear.”

  “Cross your heart and hope to die?” she asked in a small voice.

  “There’ll be no dying here,” he replied firmly. “How about if I swear on a stack of bibles instead?”

  She took a deep breath and nodded, a hesitant grant of trust.

  Relief made his knees go weak for a moment. Now maybe they actually had a snowball’s chance of surviving. Worry for her safety slammed into him like a runaway train. A visceral need to protect her flowed through his veins. Damn. His reaction was a whole lot stronger than mere professional concern. It dawned on him that she was only wearing her bra—a pink lace affair that looked shockingly out
of place in this raw jungle.

  He stared down at her in the dark. Violent desire to make love with her shuddered through him. So much fire blazed in her. She’d burn the night down around them if she ever turned it loose.

  I’m going to make you admit that kissing me completely blew you away. Her challenge swirled around him, more of a threat than she knew.

  Except he’d met her type before. They’d wrap a guy around their little finger, wring the very guts out of him, then toss him away like an old rag. He’d been down that road before and learned his lesson. He had no interest whatsoever in being the next conquest in Kimberly Stanton’s string of toy-boys.

  Yeah, he’d liked that kiss. Hell, it tied him in knots just to think about it. But that didn’t mean he was going back for more. He could do without the strings attached, thank you very much.

  His gaze dropped to the expanse of creamy skin she’d revealed by stripping off her sweater. Her flesh glowed in the filtered darkness that enveloped them. His hands ached to stroke that satiny smoothness. Beneath his scrutiny, abrupt awareness of his attention visibly thrummed through her and goose bumps raised on her skin.

  The night air suddenly felt overwarm. He spoke as much to distract himself as her from the heavy tension hanging between them. “I said I’d get you out of this alive and well, and I will.”

  The tension gradually drained from her and she sagged against his shoulder for a moment. But then she lifted her head and spit grass out of her mouth. “What in the world have you done to yourself? You’re covered in mud and grass!”

  He grinned. “Like my camouflage?”

  “No! It’s hideous.”

  He laughed. “But it’s the latest in haute jungle couture.”

  “High Neanderthal fashion, maybe.” She retorted. “On television, you guys use nice, civilized grease paint and a few twigs in your helmet. What’s with this pig-in-swill look?”

  “On television, we don’t give away our secrets,” he commented. “The last thing we need is to broadcast how we really operate on the evening news for our enemies to see.”