Scorch: A Soldiers of Fortune Romance (Military Bad Boy Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page B

with a happy fucking ending. It's just broken, shattered, and littered with the bones of those who've tried to "know me" before.

    Yeah princess, theres nothing you want to know about me; trust me.

I hate this.

    I do plans . I do thinking ahead, sticking to the rules, and coloring inside the lines, and right now, we are everything but any of those things. OK, sure, we have a “plan” in that Javier thinks our best bet is to lie low here on the beach tonight to let the heat of the men looking for us cool off a little. But see, that’s the problem; it’s Javier’s plan, and I’m not sure I want anything to do with anything that comes out of that man’s head.

    I’m pretty sure I don’t want anything to do with any part of that man, actually.

    But here I am camping on the beach with him, and trying to keep my cool and my head focused, which is getting harder by the moment. Javier’s playing a game here; I know it, and I can’t let my guard down. Part of me is shocked he’s even still here to be honest. I’d spent most of the dingy ride to the beach wondering what on Earth I was going to do to stop him when he inevitably bolted the second we hit the shore.

    But here we are a few hours later, and he’s still here; bewildering as it may be.

    “Dinner is served.” I look up and jerk my hands up suddenly to catch the piece of fruit Javier tosses my way; “Mangos,” He grins at me; “Sorry, looks like I forgot the china plates and serving wenches you’re probably used to, princess.”

    “Will you quit calling me that?” I frown at him, peeling at the skin of the mango with my fingernails.

    “Hey, if the shoe fits, right?” He smirks at me, flashing that cocky, toothy smile my way. I can’t tell if that grin annoys me because it gets right under my skin, or if it’s because part of me is OK with it being there.

    “You don’t know a thing about me, actually.”

    He snorts; “Please, I can see the silver spoon stuck up that cute little ass of yours from over here.” I frown as I take an angry bite of my mango, not even sure how to respond to that.  

    We sit without talking for a few minutes, just staring out over what is honestly a gorgeous sunset over the ocean. It’s beautiful, even if I can’t quite enjoy it as much as I’d like to considering our current situation and who I’m watching it with. I still can’t believe I’m here; here literally on this beach with Javier and my original plan in tatters around me, as well as “here” generally speaking as in the mission itself. Clearly, I’m not qualified for this, and I’m positive now that Koufax’s only motivation for volunteering me for   it was to humiliate me and wreck my career before I could even get anywhere.

    Asshole.

    I throw the last of my mango peel away and wrap my arms around my knees as I hug them to my chest. The sun dips a little lower over the horizon and I shiver at the hint of night-time chill that teases up my bare back.  

    “I’d build us a fire, but I think it’s best to stay on the low tonight.” Javier’s looking at me, clearly having seen the shiver.

    “I’m fine.”

    “You can come over here and sit by me you know,” He grins that arrogant smile at me and pats his lap; “I won’t bite.”

    I frown at him and hug my knees tighter; “Yeah, uh, no thank you.”

    He rolls his eyes; “I’m just messing with you. Seriously, come sit over here and you’ll be a lot warmer.”

    “I’m fine.”

    Javier shrugs; “Your call, spy-girl; you’re the boss.”

    Right.

    “So we’re really here all night?” The idea of camping out sans-campfire, shelter, food, or really anything to even sleep on is starting to become less and less appealing the darker it gets.

    Javier nods; “Yup. We should stay out of sight.”

    Great; super . As postcard-perfect of a scene this would look like to an outsider, I know that this is hardly the “hot Latin guy on a beach fantasy” it might look like. I’m