Trinity: Military War Dog (54 page)

W
e are not going down that hole.” Heath pried himself off the cave wall. “We don’t even know where it leads—if it leads anywhere.”

“So …” Darci motioned to their surroundings. “We just stay here? And die?” Her head cocked. “I know you’re a
former
Green Beret, but even I thought you had more fight in you than that.”

“What I have is some common sense.” He poked a finger at her. “You’re injured—you can barely sit up—and you expect to rappel down a chasm? Our rope won’t even reach the bottom.”

“It doesn’t have to.”

He knew where this was going. “You don’t know how far it is from the end of the rope to the bottom. You could break your legs—and that’s the bright side.”

“You’re all sunshine and roses, aren’t you?”

“Darci.” Heath pushed up onto his knees. “Please, I’ve made a dent using my fingers, but let’s give them time.”

“What if they don’t make it, Heath? What if they were buried?”

“I can’t accept that.” He swallowed that bitter pill. “Please—let’s just wait.”

“Only if you beg.”

Heath glared at her. “Not funny.”

“Why can’t you accept that? It’s completely within the realm of possibilities.”

“Because if they didn’t make it, then that means the men are dead. And so is my girl. I’m not going there. Not again.” He remembered those men, their funerals he’d missed, the fading in and out, the PT learning to walk, and the scars from Trinity’s bite. “I can’t lose a team again.” This time it was his heart thundering, not his head. All the same in the grand scheme of things though.

Fierceness rosied her cheeks. “That bomb wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t have known.”

Heath stilled. “I should’ve been more alert.”

“It was an ambush. You have to move on and stop letting it color your past.”

Heath angled his head, gaze locked on her. “How … how do you know about that?”

For a fraction of a second, Darci’s eyes widened, then slid shut. And to Heath, it felt like the light in his life blinked out. She hung her head.

He inched closer. “How do you know about that ambush? I never told you. It was above top secret. No reason for you to know.”

“… uplifted by His grace, and feel yourself enfolded in the peace of His embrace.”

The fragments came together in that moment as if the bomb that had exploded into shards two years ago flew back together. They were in the mountains. Just like right now. Then the angel who stood over him—

“You … it was you at Landstuhl, wasn’t it?” They’d told him he was crazy. Whacked on painkillers as he came out of surgery. They vowed over and over that nobody had been with him in the days afterward before he regained consciousness.

“I felt responsible.” Darci’s words were small as she stared down at her hands. “I didn’t know what to do, but I couldn’t just walk away. So I stayed there until they convinced me you were going to live.”

“You prayed over me.” Awe speared him.

“I found it in my mom’s Bible—a little gift card with a prayer stamped on it.” With a sad smile, she shrugged. “It was all I had to offer, to undo the pain I caused.”

Heath tilted his head, confused. “
You
caused?”

Again, her eyes widened. She looked away. Then down.

Realization dawned on him. His gut twisted, and his mind warred with the gravity of what she had just revealed. “You provided the bad intel.”

“Not”
—she jerked her gaze to him, her eyes watering—“on purpose. It was blowback.”

Blowback. His ragged pulse lumbered to a slower pace. “Unintentional consequence of spying operations …”

“Not just unintended but designed so that when the retaliation comes—the ambush—the public doesn’t understand why it happened, can’t connect X to Y.”

“Amazing.” He’d lost his career due to bad intel, provided by her, but then God brought it full circle. Brought them together. Ya know, for the first time, Heath didn’t mind the scars so much, if that’s what placed Darci in his life. In fact, he’d take a few more for her.

She swallowed. “I am so sorry. Please. You have every right … but please … don’t …”

The brokenness in her voice tugged at his heartstrings. “Don’t what?”

Big, brown watery eyes. “Don’t hate me.”

Aw man. She was as bad as Trinity when she tucked her tail and head, then sidled up to him with that pathetic whimper. At least it had the same effect on his heart.

Emotion. Too much emotion.

“Hate you?” Needed some testosterone injection here. “I’m about to go down a rabbit hole for you.”

Shhhink. Grind. Whoosh. Thud
.

Shhhink. Grind. Whoosh. Thud
.

Peter Toque shoveled hard, determined to do his very best to find the girl who’d spearheaded efforts to take down one of the most powerful men in China. And that had drawn the sleeping dragon from his den.

No way was Jia Li going down now. Not this way.

He rammed the shovel into the snow again. Again. Again—
thud!

Peter cursed.

Another dead end, solid rock.

Shouts from the right drew his attention as he repositioned in a new spot. This was where the opening had been. Would they ever break the two out of the cave?

Watters, Candyman, and the one they called Rocket huddled up, talking. Something was going on. He wasn’t sure what, but Peter trained his ears and eyes that way as he started digging again.

“What’s going on?”

Peter eyed his handler, Bright. “Not sure.” He dug. Thrust, toss. Thrust, dig, toss. “Maybe they got coms back up.”

“That’d be nice.” Bright grunted. “Our ride should be here soon.”

“I’m not leaving till they have her back.”

Bright stilled. “This isn’t the time to get romantic.”

“You’re right. And I’m not.” Peter rammed the shovel into the hard-packed snow. “It’s about respect. About protecting one of my own.”

“She’s American.”

“She’s an
operative
. She covered my back before. I’m covering hers.”

“We don’t have time for this.”

“Then leave.” Peter glared. “I know where you live.”

Bright shook his head with a laugh and rejoined the effort. “D’you see it?”

Peter tossed another load over his shoulder, sweat sliding down his temple. “What?”

“I’m not sure.” Bright’s ruddy face twisted beneath the labor. “I thought I saw one of the Asians throw something seconds before the avalanche.”

“A grenade.” Which is why he wasn’t letting the men out of his sight.

“Which one?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“What are you going to do?”

Peter smirked.

Bright shook his head and held up a hand. “You’re right. I don’t want to know.” He shoved his hands into the snow, no doubt to alleviate the burn from the blisters. Peter had them, too. But what’s a bit of blood and blisters when racing to save a life?

Shhhink. Grind. Whoosh. Thud
.

“This is senseless, you know.” Bright wiped the sweat from his brow. “It’s been too long.”

“Unless the cave has an air source.” Bright sighed.

Shhhink. Grind. Whoosh. Thud
.

“But if it doesn’t …”

“If you want to stop digging, then stop. Otherwise shut up and let me work.”

With another grunt, Bright drove the shovel into the snow. “I’m going to see what they found.”

“Please.” Peter tossed rocks and snow. “Go.”

Foul became his mood. The thought of not getting to her in time. She was a good operative. A kind woman. She didn’t deserve this. Nobody did. And he had that mantra, the “do unto others as you would have them do unto you” that he tried to live up to.

Of course, while on a mission, all bets were off. But as a regular citizen, he practically wore a halo.

Another thrust. With it … a strange noise.

Peter looked to the side, listening. Nothing. He lifted the shovel.

There—again. Behind him. He twisted his upper body and looked back. Who would be over there? It was nowhere near—

A bark sailed over the still air.

The war dog!

Peter threw down the shovel. “Where’s the dog?”

Heads popped up as the others turned their attention to the barking.

Peter jogged around the incline. Oddity of oddities—this stretch was pristine and white, undisturbed, save a trail that snaked down … down …

A black-and-amber form. “There!”

“It’s Trinity. She’s found them,” Watterboy shouted.

“Not possible,” Peter called as he pointed back up over the ridge. “They were up there. In the cave. We didn’t make it down this far.”

Watterboy hesitated, his gaze bouncing around the area.

“He’s right,” Scrip said. “It doesn’t make sense.”

Watterboy raised gloved hands. “That dog is trained to protect her handler at all costs.” He looked back down the mountain to the plain where she dug with fervor.

“She’s got a hit!” Candyman threw himself down, half sliding, half jogging.

Watters went with him, and so did the Asians. Peter rushed after them, hoping against vain hope that they weren’t making a big mistake.

Bright joined him. “This is asinine.”

“Did you guys come up this way?”

“Hanged if I know.” Bright sighed. “It was dark half the time and the pass so narrow … but no, this doesn’t …” He looked around. “The snowfall changed the face of it. I wouldn’t know if I’d lived here.”

Toque’s face hardened. “Well, let’s check it out.”

“I have got to be out of my mind.” Heath swiped a slick palm down his pants as he adjusted the rope around his hips and waist.

“Maybe for once you’re in your right mind.” Darci sat at the edge of the hole with him, her voice confident and calm.

“Are you always this annoying under pressure?”

Her smile amplified the beam of his lamp. Then fell as if she’d jumped off a ledge. What replaced it yanked so hard on his heart, he jerked. “Hey.” He frowned as he took in her overwrought expression. “What just happened?”

“I …” She cringed and held her side. “I just …”

“Darci.” Heath shifted on the ledge to face her better.

“Do you like me?”

Feeling like a Ping-Pong ball caught between her thoughts, Heath blinked. “Huh?”

“Because if you like me, I can die happy.”

Whoa no. No talk of death. “Darci.”

“No, seriously. I know it sounds crazy—”

“Yeah, it does.”

“I’ve faced death before—”

“Darci.” Heath hooked a hand around the back of her neck. “Stop.” He tightened his hold. “Stop talking about death. We’re not going to die. You’re not going to die and—”

“Will you kiss me?”

Heath blinked.
“What?”

“You wanted to kiss me at Bagram, but I pushed you away. So kiss me before you go down there.”

What ledge had she just jumped off of? His pulse chugged through his veins. God forgive him, but his gaze bounced to her lips. His yearnings betrayed him, but he finally pushed out a response. “No.”

“Why?”

“Because …” Heat clawed his face. Two years ago, he wouldn’t have hesitated. He liked her. She liked him. But it felt like something bigger, greater was happening here. “Because you’re thinking I’m going to die, so you want no regrets.” He shook his head, his chest feeling like a mortar range. “And because a kiss would mean something to me.”