Six Minutes To Midnight. Elle James

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      “His dog handler?” Diesel guessed.

      “She’s not my dog handler.” T-Mac might as well have been talking to a wall.

      “Oh, he’s going to fall hard,” Diesel said. “She’s got attitude and a dog. A killer combination. What’s not to love about that?”

      “I’m not in love. She’s not my handler, and I don’t even think the dog likes me.” He glanced toward the container where Specialist Anderson was staying and debated walking past and letting her find her own way to where the helicopters were parked. But he’d promised to walk with her. He slowed, hoping the rest of the team would walk on without questioning why he was stopping.

      But he knew them better than that. They weren’t stupid and they would figure it out pretty quickly.

      “Look, guys, could you be serious for once?” He turned and raised his hand to knock on the door.

      All five of his friends came to a complete stop.

      T-Mac groaned as the door opened.

      Agar came out first and immediately sniffed T-Mac’s crotch.

      A rumble of chuckles sounded behind T-Mac.

      “I guess the dog likes you after all,” Buck muttered.

      More chuckles sounded.

      Heat rose up T-Mac’s neck into his cheeks as he glanced up at Specialist Anderson. “Don’t listen to anything these yahoos say. They’re all full of... Well, they’re full of it, anyway.”

      KINSLEY TORE HER gaze away from the SEAL standing in front of her looking all hot and incredibly sexy in his combat gear. Beyond Petty Officer McGuire stood five of the other men who’d been in the command center minutes before. She stepped out of the doorway, looped the strap of her rifle over her shoulder and double-wrapped the dog’s lead around her hand. “What am I not supposed to listen to them about?”

      “Tell her, T-Mac,” one of them encouraged.

      “We don’t have time for games,” McGuire said. “We have a mission to accomplish before we head home.”

      “You’re heading home?” Kinsley asked.

      “Four days and a wakeup,” the tallest of the group answered.

      “Where’s home?” Kinsley fell in step with them as they wove their way through the temporary buildings to the landing strip where planes and helicopters parked.

      “Little Creek, Virginia,” McGuire answered.

      “What about you?” one of the guys asked. “Where is your home base?”

      “San Antonio, Texas, was my last PCS assignment,” Kinsley said.

      “That’s where they train Military Working Dogs, isn’t it?” McGuire asked. “They have a facility at Lackland Air Force Base. Is that where you and Agar received your training?”

      She nodded. “I spent the past year in training.”

      “T-Mac says this is your first assignment since training.”

      Again, Kinsley nodded. “That’s true. Agar was the best in his class. He could find trace amounts of explosives that none of our own detection equipment could pick up.” She patted the dog’s head. “He’s good at what he does. If there are IEDs or land mines, he’ll prove himself tonight.”

      As they reached the helicopters, more SEALs gathered. Ammunition was dispensed. Then it came time for them to load into the helicopters.

      Kinsley started for one of the choppers away from McGuire and his group.

      The navy commander who’d briefed them caught up to her. “You’re riding in the other bird. Stick with T-Mac. He’ll make sure you’re safe.”

      “I can take care of myself,” Kinsley insisted.

      “I understand,” the commander said. “But the team isn’t used to working with a dog and its handler. It’s for their safety as well as yours.”

      Kinsley couldn’t argue with that. Apparently, she was to have a handler. “Yes, sir.”

      The commander escorted her back to the other helicopter where McGuire, or T-Mac, as his team nicknamed him, stood, waiting his turn to climb aboard.

      “T-Mac,” the commander called out.

      The SEAL turned when he saw who was with his superior.

      “I have an assignment for you,” Commander Ward said.

      “Yes, sir,” T-Mac replied.

      “You’re to keep up with Specialist Anderson and Sergeant Agar. Bring them back safely.”

      T-Mac’s eyes narrowed. “Sir?”

      Kinsley stiffened.

      The SEAL didn’t look too excited.

      “You heard me,” the commander said. “Take care of them out there. You don’t know what you’ll be up against.”

      “Yes, sir.” T-Mac nodded.

      When the others in the helicopter chuckled, T-Mac shot a glare their way.

      With the odd feeling she wasn’t in on the joke, Kinsley stepped up to the chopper.

      “Has Agar been in a helicopter?” T-Mac asked.

      Kinsley nodded. “Not only has he been up, he’s been hoisted in and out on a cable multiple times. He’s calm throughout.”

      “Good.” T-Mac offered her a hand up.

      Ignoring the hand, Kinsley motioned for Agar to go first. Then she stepped up into the chopper and found a seat between the tallest guy and one who was stout with a barrel chest. She settled between them and buckled her safety harness, keeping Agar close at her feet.

      “I’m Jake,” said the tall man. “They call me Big Jake.”

      Kinsley shook hands with the man. “Nice to meet you, Big Jake.”

      “I’m Pitbull.” The barrel-chested guy stuck out his hand. “Here, you’ll need these.” He handed her a headset.

      She removed her helmet and settled the headset over her ears. Immediately, she could hear static and the pilot and copilot performing a communications check with the passengers.

      She watched and listened as each of the SEALs answered, and she committed their names to memory.

      “Diesel.”

      “Pitbull.”

      “Buck.”

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