Breaking Rules (Delta Force Strong #2) - Elle James Page 0,30
“Do you really think that’s a good idea after what’s happened in the past twenty-four hours?”
Sunny’s shoulder’s squared. “I need to get out and get some fresh air. Being cooped up isn’t good for my voice.”
“Neither are bullets and bad guys,” Lloyd argued.
“I’ll have Dash with me, and we’ll stay close to the buildings and tents.”
“And you think it’s safe?” Lloyd turned his frown on Dash.
“I think she’ll be all right,” Dash said. “A short walk will be good for her.”
“I’d like to let Paul and Stewy to take an hour off and relax,” Sunny said. “They’re going to be busy tonight keeping an eye on the crowd while we perform.”
Before she finished speaking, Lloyd was shaking his head. “I can’t let you go out practically alone.”
“I won’t be alone,” Sunny said. “I’ll be with Dash. And we’re not going out. Just around the camp.”
“It’s too risky,” Lloyd said. “You have a performance in two hours. What if you’re hurt in that time? Think of all the troops who’ll be disappointed.”
Sunny blew out a breath. “Okay, fine. I’ll make it a short walk so that Stewy and Paul can take a break when we get back.” Sunny jerked her head to the side, making the helmet wobble. “Come on, guys. Let’s walk.”
As they left the organized chaos of setting up a show, Sunny grumbled. “I should’ve known he’d nix my request.”
“He has your best interests at heart,” Dash said.
“I know. And I don’t want to disappoint the troops by getting killed or nabbed prior to the show.”
“Is he always so focused on the show?”
“It’s his job,” Sunny said. “He takes it very seriously.”
“Ever just want to make a run for it?” He reached for her hand, loving the way it fit in his so perfectly.
Her fingers curled around his. “Yes…” she said, her eyes narrowing.
His pulse quickened and adrenaline shot through his veins. “On the count of three,” he whispered.
“What on the count of three?” she asked in a hushed tone.
He tipped his head in the direction of the bodyguards walking behind them. He wanted her alone. There was only one way to do that. “One…”
“I don’t know what you mean…”
“Run,” he said under his breath. “Two…”
“Run?” she asked, turning her head right then left.
“Three.” Dash gripped her hand and took off.
Chapter 8
Sunny raced to keep up with Dash. “Why are we running?”
“Because we can,” he said and ducked between two tents, dragging her through with him.
“Hey!” Paul shouted.
“You heard Lloyd. We can’t ditch the bodyguards,” Sunny said.
“Why not?” Dash ducked low and sprinted past another tent. “Get down,” he urged.
Sunny bent low. “But they’re only trying to do their job.”
“And they will. But we’re going to make it more interesting for them.” Dash lifted the flap of a tent and ducked inside, pulling her through with him. Once they were inside, he let the flap fall into place and pressed his finger to his lips. “Shh.”
Footsteps crunched in the gravel outside. “Miss Daye,” Paul called out.
“Miss Daye,” Stewy added to the plea.
When Sunny opened her mouth to answer, Dash pulled her into his arms and claimed her lips with his.
At first, she stiffened. But as he pushed his tongue past her teeth to caress hers, she melted into his embrace, her arms going up to encircle his neck.
Yes. This was where she’d longed to be all day, confined in the motorhome with this…man.
Alone. No one else to bother them, judge them or tell them to stop.
“What the hell?” a voice said behind them.
Dash pushed Sunny behind him and spun to face the owner of the words.
A young man, who couldn’t be more than nineteen, sat up on an Army cot, his body covered in a mosquito netting.
He reached for the rifle beside him, his hand closing around the stock before Dash could stop him.
“Hey, buddy,” Dash whispered. “We’re just waiting for someone to pass.”
The soldier pulled the rifle across his lap and turning it slowly in their direction. “How about I yell and let them know you’re in here?”
“Please, sir,” Sunny said, scraping the helmet off her head. She dragged the elastic band out of hair and let it fall down around her shoulders in a golden cloud. “I just wanted a few minutes alone before the concert tonight.”
The young man’s eyes rounded. “You’re…you’re…”
She nodded with a smile. “Sunny Daye. And you are?”
“Dreaming,” he said, setting his weapon aside. He scrambled out of the cot, grabbed a desert tan T-shirt from where it was draped across a duffel bag