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Today I'm teasing with book 2 in the Bad Boys of Beta Squad series, THE NAVY'S GHOST. This is a menage a'SEALs and Ensign Christiana Brickman is just regaining consciousness after her ordeal. Gotta love the effects of drugs.
“You can’t just wake her up and demand answers, Lieutenant Commander. It doesn’t work that way.”
“She needs to be debriefed, Doctor.”
“Not right now, she doesn’t. You can wait a few more hours.”
Chris opened her eyes to take in her surroundings. Why is everything white? The last thing she remembered was Chief Warrant Officer Todd “Magic” Hunter’s blackened face looming over her, wearing the tight expression he always got when he worked on someone wounded. Wounded? Memory clarified slowly and she recalled the firefight in the ratty warehouse and their contact luring her into a blind spot. She’d saved the rest of SEAL Team 9, Bravo Squad a world of hurt.
The same couldn’t be said for herself.
Soft beeps and chirps of medical equipment filled the tense silence of the sterile room. Was someone arguing? An IV full of clear liquid snaked from her arm to the rack beside the hospital bed and the scent of disinfectant infused her nostrils. The scent always meant sickness or death to her. It signified something bad and surrounded Chris like an enemy, waiting to subdue her.
Of course, the screaming pain her in left leg did a damn fine job all by itself.
Her fear ramped up, increasing the soft beeping sound until it beat out a rapid tattoo. Some sort of monitor read her reactions. She closed her eyes and told herself to calm down, regulating her breathing as she’d been trained. It’s no more difficult than launching a rubber IBS raft in rough seas.
She opened her eyes again, but she couldn’t quite focus on the array of white uniforms standing before her. The first stood small and delicate with a stethoscope snaking around the shoulders. The other had height and breadth with an oil slick of iridescent color from all the ribbons plastered on the left side. Wow, the fruit salad is really pretty.
“Thank you, Ensign. I’ll remember that.” The man dipped his head with a smile.
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