Men In Uniform: Taken By The Soldier: The Soldier's Untamed Heart / Closer... / Groom Under Fire. Nikki Logan

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СКАЧАТЬ thump, thump…The pulsing was hard and fast in his chest. ‘What about her?’

      ‘I…’ Justin swore and slumped down onto the nearest seat, taking a big swig of beer. ‘I hit on her.’

      The thumping stopped. For near on five painful seconds. When it returned, Clint forced it to be slow and steady. The same heartbeat he regulated when his finger was hovering over the hair-trigger. But it was a battle he almost lost.

      Justin met his eyes but couldn’t hold them. He pushed up off his seat and crossed to the balustrade. ‘I was drunk, mate. I wasn’t thinking.’

      Silence was Clint’s only option. If he spoke he’d say too much. Justin babbled on, filling the tense vacuum.

      ‘She looked hot, Clint. She was playing up to every man there. Even you.’

      Breathe…breathe…‘What did you do, exactly?’

      Justin swung around to look at him. Suspicion and disbelief in his eyes. ‘She really hasn’t told you?’

      ‘She didn’t. No. Did you expect her to?’

      He swore again. ‘I’m sure she’s just picking her moment.’

      Clint kept his voice even. ‘I’m sure she’s not. She likes to fight her own battles.’

      ‘Tell me about it. She nearly broke my shoulder when I touched her.’

      Clint would normally have grinned at his brother’s petulant complaint, and the image of Romy strongarming all six feet of him. He pressed his lips together. ‘Why are you telling me?’

      Justin sighed, waved his hands dramatically. ‘Harassment laws. She’s our employee.’

       Something I should have thought about last night. And the night they’d stood out here on the balcony.

      ‘Then shouldn’t you be apologising to her right now instead of confessing your sins to me?’ Clint suggested, and then his chest tightened almost painfully. No. He didn’t want Justin anywhere near Romy’s place.

      His brother rolled his eyes and Clint was reminded of a much younger version, the excitable young Justin he didn’t see a lot of any more. He frowned. Time had changed them both.

      ‘She’s a woman.’ Justin shrugged. ‘She’ll find some insidious way to get her revenge. Warn every chick in the district off me. Put salt in the sugar shaker. Start spreading rumours.’

      Clint stared. Shook his head. ‘You really are still sixteen, aren’t you?’

      ‘Mate, I give her two days before she starts turning everyone against me.’

      Clint reached over and confiscated the beer bottle from his hands. ‘You’re paranoid. Take the day to dry out. If you hit on her last night, then you’re going to have to wear the consequences like a man, even if that means drinking your coffee salted.’

      Justin stood to go. At the door, Clint stopped him. ‘Oh, and, mate…?’

      Justin turned back, a satisfied smile on his face. It faded as he took in his big brother’s expression.

      ‘Touch her again and I’ll do a hell of a lot worse than break your shoulder.’

      Romy had nearly forgotten what Leighton’s scowl looked like. But this one was a pearler and it was all for her.

      He’d been a changed boy since coming to WildSprings. Happier, more open…huggier. Not today. Today he was a tiny black thundercloud glaring at her whenever she made eye contact, his heart well and truly plastered on his sleeve. His breakfast entirely untouched.

      ‘Leighton, if you’re done eating, scrape your eggs into the compost and put the plate on the sink, please.’ Given everything that had gone on these past few days, her own mood wasn’t the best.

      He slid off his seat like a blob of the green slime he’d used to love to play with, mumbling, ‘Yes, ma’am.’ One hundred and ten percent surly.

      Her hands stilled on what she was doing. She took a small breath. ‘That’s “Yes, Mum” to you, mister.’

      His glare compounded. ‘Soldiers say ma’am. It’s polite.’

      She straightened uncomfortably. ‘Last time I checked you weren’t a soldier.’

      ‘I’m gonna be.’ His defiant glare was magnified by the lenses in his small round glasses.

       Don’t bite. Don’t bite…

      She kept her voice painfully level. ‘What happened to being a scientist?’

      A hint of uncertainty flashed across those freckled cheeks. ‘Science is for geeks.’

      Romy turned and looked him square in the eye. She’d worked long and hard to instil a sense of pride in her son for his special talents with wildlife, astronomy, computers—all things geeky.

      We don’t get to choose our gifts. Leighton running his abilities down worried her. Was he getting this from school?

      ‘Is that right?’ she said, carefully neutral.

      ‘I’m going to be an artilleryman.’

      Her heart began to pound, high in her throat. ‘You want to shoot guns for a living?’

      ‘Every soldier needs to be good with a gun. It’s for survival. Clint is a soldier.’

      ‘Who told you that?’

      ‘And my granddad was a soldier.’

      She gripped the benchtop behind her, breathless. Who told him that?

      ‘And I’m gonna be a soldier, too,’ Leighton finished on a very defiant stare.

      A hint of acid rose in Romy’s throat and she sagged against the edge of the bench. Damn you, Clint McLeish. He’s only a child…

      She pulled herself back up. ‘Not for another ten years you’re not. Until then, the only orders you’ll be taking are from me, young man.’

      ‘Nuh-uh!’ Those small grey eyes burned with defiance.

      Romy had a sudden memory of challenging the Colonel, her pint-size body stiff, arguing about things she couldn’t possibly have understood. Her lips thinned. ‘What has gotten into you, Leighton Carvell? You never speak this rudely to anyone!’

      His eyes watered dangerously behind his glasses and his little round face boiled red with rage and then paled just as dramatically. He blinked back the tears. ‘Why doesn’t Clint come around any more?’

      That took her by surprise. She stared at him, her anger dissolving instantly. ‘It’s only been three days, L. He’s probably…busy.’

      ‘He was supposed to take me on a bushwalk. He promised. СКАЧАТЬ