Status Updates From Mac: Breaking Away (Delta F...

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Better marry her before she comes to her senses,” Bull warned. “I will,” Mac said. “How’s next week sound?” he asked Kylie. “I’m all in. The sooner we start our lives together, the happier I’ll be.” Mac crushed her to him and kissed her until they both ran out of breath. “I love you, Kylie, and I’m not letting you get away this time.” “I promise. I’m not going anywhere,” she said. “You’re the one who completes me.

Kylie fought back tears. In a few short hours, she’d be on her way back to the States. She didn’t know when she’d see Mac again, or if he wanted to see her. They’d been together, made love and had fallen right back into the easy way they’d been with each other so long ago. But was that enough? Or had this just been a fling on his part? A way to get her out of his system?

Kylie spun too late to deflect the blow to her head that sent her flying across the room. She lay for a moment. Her head spun, and her vision blurred. She thought for a moment she’d pass out. Someone grabbed her arm, yanked her to her feet and shoved a pistol against her temple. He shouted something in a language she couldn’t understand, even if she wasn’t about to black out.

“Mac,” her voice called out. He paused with his hand on the doorknob, and then turned to face her. “I missed you, too.” After stepping outside, Mac close the door. What did she mean by telling him I missed you? Did she still miss him? Did she want him back? What did she mean by that? Maybe she’d only missed him for a short time after leaving him. His head spun with the possibilities.

“You’re not going outside the wire until we say you’re going outside the wire,” Mac said. “And then, only when you have sufficient protection, so you don’t get shot the second you step foot outside it.” Mac’s face softened. “Look, I know you’re an independent woman, but right now, you’re going to have a huge target on your back. Please, go along with us and let us provide protection until we can hand you off

“I’m a better shot, and you know it.” She took the soldier’s rifle from him. “Drag him back behind that wall. I’ll take care of anyone coming through the door. Josh hesitated. She gave him a fierce frown. “You know I’m right. I grew up in Texas. I learned to fire a gun before I learned how to comb my hair.” She pointed to the back of the building. “Go. Now.”