abstaining from women and life, living only for the revenge he could get by taking out ISIS bases and agents. Revenge, that melted away as his wife responded to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him just as hard as he kissed her.
A throat cleared.
“Piss off,” Cam growled, pulling away from Pandora for only a moment. But that moment broke the spell. Her eyes cleared and widened in panic.
“Oh, God,” she said. “You’re really alive.”
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“ I watched your family bury you,” Cam replied.
Pandora sat up and then got to her knees. Not able to stop herself, she reached out and touched the face of her dead husband. The man she loved more than her life, and the man she’d mourned for five long years. “How is this possible?”
“We’ll have plenty of time to discuss that later, but for now, we need to get out of here.” Cam got to his feet and pulled her up as well.
She couldn’t stop staring at him, but what he said stopped her cold. “I have to get back. Oh, Jesus, how long was I out?”
“Only about five minutes.”
Searching around the floor, Pandora found the scarf that she used to wrap her head and cover her face. Scooping it up, she began to swiftly re-cover herself. “I was supposed to deliver the message that Mohammed is being watched and cannot make the meeting at this time. His cousin is an evil bastard and the one who’s a terrorist. He’s been in our home for a week now, but I was able to slip away.”
“I can’t let you go back,” Cam said. His throat constricted at the words he wanted to say. He wanted to demand she leave with him and not return to danger—or another man.
“I have to, Cam.”
Ghost stepped into their intense eye battle. “Ma’am, if you’re being watched, how will you get back into your dwelling?”
Pandora looked into the handsome face of the soldier talking. Then she really looked at the large, imposing men surrounding her. They were all good looking, even the huge one in the corner with the scowl on his face. There was something about them all. Something she recognized about the way they were, from her time with Cam’s team. “Oh, geez, you’re all Delta, aren’t you? It’s like they have hot guy requirements.” She pointed at the big one that rolled his eyes. “Yeah, even you, Scowly. You got the scary sexy thing going on.”
“Why is she talking about our looks?” Ghost asked. He sounded amused.
“She’s stalling,” Cam said, still grim.
Damn, he still knew her. But she wasn’t surprised, because she remembered every detail of their time together. Of him. Cam was the toughest, hottest, most romantic soldier she’d ever met. “If you do this right, then you’ll be able to get us out and take Aziz. He’s the cousin.”
From the pocket sewed into her robes, Pandora pulled out a detailed map of the home she occupied with Mohammed. Laying it out on the small table in the room, the men gathered around. She talked them through the floor plan and gave them all the information on Aziz Kufi, plus a description.
“We don’t have his name in our database as a high ranking member of ISIS or as a sympathizer,” Ghost said.
Pandora shook her head, “You wouldn’t. He’s not after the glory or the media attention. He’s pure evil. He wants the death and destruction that goes along with terrorism.” He was the lowest of men in her opinion and it made her skin crawl being in the same room with him. His eyes were so deeply brown they reminded her of shark eyes: dead looking, but scary. And when he looked at her—she shivered.
“His family is as wealthy as Mohammed’s, so he’s able to fund those bases you want to find. And, working for the government, he’s able to hide his activities while keeping tabs on the American government.” Her voice filled with disgust as she continued. “He’s quite clever.”
“We’ll get him out, but you need to stay with us. Stay safe,” Cam said.
He didn’t understand and she