The Mercenary. Allison Leigh

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СКАЧАТЬ Oh. No, no, I don’t—I—” Her lips firmed and she leaned closer. “What are you doing flying so low? Surely that’s dangerous.”

      “Everything’s been dangerous since takeoff.” He didn’t want her up here in the cockpit. It was close enough without adding her shapely self to the mix. If he moved his arm two inches, he’d be brushing against the curves contained within that scoop-necked jacket. It buttoned all the way up the front, but still exposed the hollow at her throat, the golden creamy neck—

      His head filled with curses that some forgotten sense of decency kept him from mouthing. “Either sit down here, or go back to your seat and buckle in.” He sounded like a grouchy old man, and he didn’t much care. Better that than a red-blooded male way too aware of a female he didn’t want around, anyway.

      She confounded him by taking the seat beside him. And he couldn’t help but appreciate the view when she arched her back a little, reaching for, then fastening, the safety harness. Her knuckles were nearly white as she clenched them together in her lap.

      “Don’t touch anything.”

      Her nose went up in the air. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

      His jaw ached. He focused on the view beyond the nose of the plane.

      He was flying low for a reason, but he had no intention of explaining himself. And when they got Westin to safety, he was going to have a talk with TPTB of Alpha Force. Apparently they didn’t take his no-women rule quite seriously enough.

      He tuned out his companion and her white knuckles, and focused on the heavy forest below. This corner of Mezcaya near the border of Belize was mostly uninhabited. He wanted to make sure he didn’t show up on any radar and he wanted another look at the terrain while he had the chance. His last foray into Mezcaya had been too brief to suit him.

      He’d studied the maps, of course, well enough to memorize them. But maps were one thing; seeing the land for himself was another. Soon enough, they’d exchange the plane at a designated place just across the border in Belize for a less conspicuous mode of transportation, and he wanted every advantage he could get before then.

      Her knuckles were still white.

      He stifled a sigh. “You were born in Mezcaya?”

      She didn’t look at him. “Yes.”

      And she’d been in Embassy service. Probably the pampered daughter of some dignitary. No wonder she looked like Miss Universe. “How many languages do you speak?”

      “Thirteen.”

      Definitely one of the privileged few from Mezcaya. The average family didn’t school their sons, much less their daughters, beyond primary. “Impressive.”

      Her head slowly turned toward him, her golden eyes skeptical. “Why do I doubt you mean that?”

      “I don’t say what I don’t mean.”

      Her expression didn’t change. “Perhaps we’d be better served by discussing the task ahead of us.”

      “Task.” The word felt as insubstantial on his tongue as it did to describe the operation. “Weren’t you briefed?” If she hadn’t been told too many details, he’d come up with a way to keep her from accompanying him all the way to the compound.

      “I know we’re to try to rescue an American officer named Phillip Westin.”

      “I will get him back.” Tyler corrected flatly. “There’s no ‘try’ about it.”

      “El Jefe has him.”

      “That won’t stop me.”

      “Us.”

      His jaw ached even more.

      “Others have failed,” she persisted.

      “I—we won’t.”

      “How do you know that?”

      “Because we’re not going in the way they’ll expect.” His friend Luke Callaghan had already been injured and was even now recuperating at a hospital in Texas. Tyler still had a hard time believing his old friend wasn’t just the millionaire playboy they’d all believed him to be. And if it weren’t for the fact that Luke had been blinded during his battle to save Westin, Tyler would probably still be pissed about the revelation that Luke was an operative with a covert civilian agency, involved in tasks eerily similar to those in which the Alpha Force engaged. But Luke’s methods had still been of the traditional bent.

      “You mean, we’re going in as domestics.”

      He slid the plane in a slow bank, then dipped into the valley between two mountains. A river snaked below them, glittering like a strand of diamonds. They were no longer skimming the treetops. It was so damn beautiful it was hard to believe anything bad ever happened in this country. “Yeah.” He glanced her way. “We’ll have to go in as a married couple.”

      That seemed to startle her. “Why?”

      “Because you’re a woman.”

      “And you’re none too pleased about that.”

      “If M. Rodriguez had been a man, we could have posed as brothers.”

      “Even though one wouldn’t be able to speak Mezcayan, much less Spanish.” Her voice dripped disbelief.

      His inability to fully master foreign languages was something Tyler had long ago accepted. People had different gifts. His was more along the lines of blowing things up than conjugating verbs. Which didn’t mean that hearing her observation did not rub him wrong. “I don’t need to do much speaking,” he said flatly. “That’s what they gave me you for.”

      “Then I’ll be your sister instead of your brother,” she said reasonably.

      “You’ll be my wife.”

      His words seemed to float around the cockpit, blurring into the sound of the wind outside the plane, the steady drone of the engine.

      He saw the way her shoulders stiffened, as if the statement was as abhorrent to her as it was to him. “What if I don’t agree to that?”

      “Then I’ll leave your butt in Belize when we land in a few hours.”

      “And you’ll never make it from there across Mezcaya and into El Jefe’s compound without me.”

      “Don’t be so sure about that.” He would make his way to Fortaleza de la Fortuna whether she accompanied him or not. He would infiltrate the infamous compound, locate the damned cave that Luke had spoken of, free Westin and get the hell out of there, even if he had to blow up the entire compound and everyone in it in the process.

      As far as he was concerned, destroying El Jefe’s compound was just fine with him. The world would be a better place without the terrorist group. Only he’d been ordered not to incite an international incident. Which meant he had to use some finesse, exercise some restraint and get it done in the time he’d been allowed before the Brits took over and did God knew what.

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