His Summer Intern by Jessa Kane EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Jessa Kane
- ISBN: B08CTLPVD1
- Language: English
- Genre: 90-Minute Romance Short Reads, Military Romance,
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- Page: 62
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Don’t stop running.
Whatever I do, I can’t stop.
My lungs are burning and the tree branches are leaving
scrapes on my face, my arms. Blisters have long since formed
on the backs of my heels and fatigue plagues every one of my
limbs. But I won’t let them catch me. I can’t go back there.
The howls of misery haunt my ears even now. The grimy
bars on the windows. The utter loneliness and monotony and
sadness. I can’t. I can’t do it anymore.
The forest ends and I stumble to a stop, my breath
wheezing in and out of my lungs.
The place where I’ve been living for two years seemed like
it could only exist at the ends of the earth, so I expected to be
running for another couple of hours until I got anywhere.
Perhaps I should keep going. Get farther away. When they
come looking for me, they’ll probably check the closest
houses, won’t they? Or have I traveled far enough?
Time is hazy.
The back door of the house flies open. A shotgun muzzle
eases out through the opening and points square between my
eyes. And I almost laugh. I really do.
Out of frying pan, into the fire.
A floorboard creaks and the door edges wider, revealing
the man holding the weapon.
Even in my exhausted, panicky state, I recognize that he’s
a force of nature. He’d have to duck to exit the house without
knocking his head into the doorframe. In a sweat-stained white
T-shirt, he looks like he’s been working out, well-maintained
muscles stretching the sleeves. Are those dog tags beneath the
cotton? Yeah. He’s military for sure. I spent some time on a
base growing up and there’s no mistaking his poise. He’s
killed before. His hands are steady, black hair shorn tight to his
His slate-gray eyes are meaner and fiercer than any I’ve
seen. Worse than the head nurse’s, even. They look down the
barrel of the gun, taking my measure. When he’s determined
I’m not a threat, he straightens slowly, lowering the weapon.
“Are you my intern?” he rasps.
My immediate impulse is to say yes.
This is a man people don’t like to disappoint.
He’s also a man to whom lying is useless. I can see that
One sweep of those sniper’s eyes and he’s picked me apart.
Sorted me like laundry.
“Did you run here or something?”
I open my mouth to respond, though I have no idea what
I’m going to say…and I find I can’t speak. There’s no saliva in
my mouth. My throat is coated in dust, and Jesus…dizziness is
setting in. Oh lord, I’m so tired. The adrenaline is beginning to
drain out of me and now my limbs are shaking, preparing to
give out. And they do.
Am I safe?
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