Breaking Rules (Delta Force Strong #2) - Elle James Page 0,23
I don’t want to drop Marcus to defend you.”
“Sorry.” Sunny backed up the step, climbed into the driver’s seat, closed the door and locked it with a loud click.
Dash helped Marcus sit on the steps, and then called out, “Bull, got a patient for you.”
The man Dash had introduced as Bull dropped down from his vehicle and hurried over. He pulled a packet out of his bulletproof vest and spread it out on Marcus’s knees. It contained gauze , a tube of glue and medical tape. He cut the sleeve of Marcus’s shirt away and inspected the wound.
Bull flushed it with a water bottle, dried it with gauze and glued the edges together. For a full two minutes, he pinched the skin together until the glue dried. With the wound closed, he packed it with gauze and wrapped the arm. And he did all that in less than five minutes.
Sunny watched in amazement as the medic worked his magic with the bodyguard. When he was finished, he started to pack up his kit.
Sunny lowered the window. “Be sure to look at Dash’s leg wound,” she said softly.
“You got hit?” Bull asked.
Dash glared up at Sunny, and then turned back to Bull. “Just a nick. I can take care of it myself.”
“Let’s see,” Bull insisted.
Dash turned to show his teammate the leg with the blood on his trousers.
“Either drop your drawers or let me cut them away,” Bull demanded.
“It can wait until make the next FOB,” Dash said.
Bull shook his head. “The longer you wait to close it, the more infected it will get.”
“I’ll take my chances.” Dash glanced toward the hills behind them. “We need to get moving before that gang of goons decides to regroup and come back for more.”
“You need to take care of your leg,” Sunny said.
His lips firmed. “I’m fine. Let it go.”
Sunny started to argue, but she could see the tension in Dash’s jaw. He was worried about another attack. “Fine. Let’s get going.”
One of her bodyguards helped Marcus into one of the other vehicles, and the other two guards headed for Sunny’s motorhome.
She hurried to unlock the driver’s door and scooted back as the one called David checked the engine, making sure it hadn’t taken a bullet to a critical area. When he was sure it was okay, he took the driver’s seat.
The other bodyguard, Ray, glanced at Dash as they stood beside the coach.
Dash lifted his chin in the direction of the front passenger seat. “You can ride shotgun. Just be ready in case those guys show up again.”
The man nodded and slid into the seat beside the driver.
Sunny rushed to the door leading into the living area and unlocked it.
Dash stood at the bottom of the steps, looking up into her face. “Still want me to ride in your unit?”
She reached out her hand. “Of course, I do. Why wouldn’t I?”
“I’m not sure I was much help.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said. “Of course, you were. You got several of them even before your team arrived with the machine guns.”
“We should have been better prepared for a flank attack.”
“You couldn’t know they would be there. Even your guys in the lead didn’t know they would attack. They seemed to come out of nowhere.”
“But they didn’t. The conditions were right for an ambush, and we didn’t take enough precautions.”
“You did what you could. And you took over for Marcus when he couldn’t manage the steering wheel. That in itself could have been a complete disaster. If we’d crashed, those people would have been on us so fast, your guys wouldn’t have gotten there in time to keep them from taking what they wanted.”
“You took over steering from me,” he said. “You kept us going.”
“It was a team effort.” She held out her hand. “Come inside. Like you said, we need to get moving again.”
His teammates climbed into their respective vehicles and went in opposite directions to get to the front and rear of the convoy.
Dash took Sunny’s hand, walked up into the camper and pulled her into his arms. He crushed her to his chest for a long time. So long, that the driver shifted into gear and fell in behind the van in front of them. They continued their journey to the next forward operating base and a crowd of military personnel who were eager to see Sunny Daye’s performance.
Dash backed into a wall to steady himself and her as the motorhome rumbled down the uneven road, bouncing and swaying.
Sunny liked how solid