Jia had even lured Trinity into the warmth of the thermal blanket, and the two were fast asleep. Trinity’s amber fur complemented Jia’s fair skin. Okay, that’s a weird thing to notice. Sitting against the wall, legs bent and elbows on his knees, Heath ran the back of his knuckles along his lips. It scared him, what he was feeling and thinking about Jia. She was an operative. Sure, she’d had lunch with him, laughed and talked with him. She’d wanted that missing kiss as much as he had that day. But was he anything more than a player in a mission to her? When this was over, would she skip along her merry way? He’d have Trinity and a lot of heartache. He tilted his head back, thudding it against the cave wall. Getting way ahead of the game, Ghost. First priority: get off the mountain. And there wasn’t a single guarantee in attempting that. The storm had unleashed its fury. Why, God? Why now? When Jia needed a doctor and surgical bay like nobody’s business, couldn’t You have held off the storm?
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