Shadow Ops: Danger's Heat (Kindle Worlds Novella) (A Shadow Ops Novella Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page B

offloading barrels. He said the next boat was about the size of a river ferry.” Hollywood was exasperated, but made sure his touch was gentle against Voodoo’s back. She’d leaned against his shins, which set his groin on alert.
    “Good point. How does a ship that size cruise up river and no one notice?” Billy said. “At least we’re not tied down to a HAZMAT decon. The zombies must’ve been the meth cooks,”
    “So zombies do die?” Voodoo giggled nervously. Her pupils were so large they almost consumed the green of the iris. Hollywood knew all too personally that everyone reacted differently to taking a life—and she’d taken two. He rubbed fingers up and down her spine making her head roll side-to-side.
    “Almost there,” Billy said. “Hit the head, chow on your own and prepare to brief once Rose returns from Methodist Hospital. Your Navy squid’s almost back to good.”
    “You mean back to freaking awesome,” Hollywood corrected. Their eyes met, “Yes, what you said,” Billy humored him—he knew everyone’s adrenaline affected them differently.
    “Any word on Lawless?” Billy asked Voodoo.
    Hollywood watched Voodoo’s reaction, and assumed Billy asked her as a strike against him. She shook her head no.
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    “How’s Rose pull it off?” Voodoo asked.
    “Pull what off?” Hollywood asked.
    “The armored truck, the van, the hotel, knowing my size in SWAT gear and boots. And now, I’ve got a wardrobe laid out for this evening. Amazing.” Voodoo gushed over the clean clothes and toiletry supplies left organized in the hotel room.
    “She takes care of the team that takes care of America.” Hollywood boasted.
    “She’s fantastic.”
    “No, you’re fantastic. You saved Chase’s and my hides today.” Hollywood kissed her.
    He held her gently, a contrast to the furious badass that had led the charge on locking down an entire ship. Voodoo’s adrenaline, however had spiked, and hours after the shooting, she still felt the aggression of survival. She bit against his bottom lip. Held it between her teeth and growled.
    “Oh, baby’s frisky?”
    “Yes, sir, I’m feeling very frisky.” Her hands roamed across his shoulders and up his neck. “You got soft skin, why no tattoos?”
    “Scared of needle pricks.” She felt the tension escaping his shoulders in waves, responding to the sensation of her touch. The rain had calmed but continued to patter against the balcony doors.
    “You’ve got a needle—a big needle. Gonna prick me with it?” Voodoo couldn’t contain her touch to only a sensual caress. Her fingers dove into his waistline and struggled to yank the belt’s buckle loose. Hollywood, drained from the tactical encounter, and sore from from the shotgun’s concussion, feigned excitement.
    “Old man, you better get your act in gear or this gator girl’s gonna get’cha.” Playfully, she pushed against his shoulders. He winced at the sharp pain. “I’m sorry, baby.” She closed the gap and drew him into her arms.
    He scowled. “I didn’t realize how bad it hurt until after we showered and ate. My body’s cooling down, so the aches are heating up.” Still a young man, he dreaded the older side of active field ops. The inevitable bothered him—though he’d never admit it.
    “It’s okay, we can just hit the hay after Rose’s intel briefing.”
    Hollywood couldn’t shake the anxiety of feeling on edge. Experienced with post-critical incident trauma, the Navy SEAL prided himself on self-assessment and treatment. Getting your ass back in the fight, and keeping your head on straight were his specialties. Of course, he’d never had someone like Voodoo on his team before either.
    “No way, we never did get to finish what we started in Biloxi.” He pulled her close with his left arm, letting the right one dangle against his side.
    She growled again, but less aggressive. “Let’s get back to you tattooing me with that giant needle of yours.”
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