Above All Else: A Bad Boy Military Romance (Easy Team Book 2) by Gemma Hart Read Free Book Online

if I had slapped her. She stared at me. Her large blue eyes lost their anger and suddenly she looked like a child, her face soft and her gaze confused and frightened.
                  I sighed, suddenly feeling a little guilty even though I hadn’t said anything untrue or wrong.
                  “Look, we’re going to be boarding in a few minutes,” I said, trying to make peace. “Do you want something to drink or eat from the food court?”
                  Sofia shook her head and instead, sank into her seat, letting the large jacket consume her. She tucked her head down and the bill of the cap nearly covered her entire face. The message was clear: I don’t want to talk anymore.
                  And that was the mood she was in all the way through boarding. Once we took off, I bought a sandwich and some chips from a flight attendant and handed it to Sofia. She really hadn’t eaten much at all. A bite from dinner and we had had no time for breakfast. And she had already had that slightly sunken look when I had met her in Commander Wolffe’s office that said she probably hadn’t eaten properly for days.
                  But when I handed the food to her, it just sat in her lap. Sofia had looked out the window, ignoring me. I decided to give her some space but when I checked on her again, I saw that she had fallen asleep. Her eyes still roved underneath her lids and I could see the tight line of her jaw. She was sleeping but it was a fitful sleep.
                  Finally able to take a breath for myself, I leaned back in my seat.
                  “Sir? Could I get you something to drink?” a flight attendant asked as she stopped with the drinks cart.
                  Yeah, a Jack and Coke. In a bucket. And keep ‘em coming.
                  But instead I shook my head and said, “No thank you.”
                  From the minute I had woken up, Sofia had been determined to find a way to stay in L.A.
                  I had slept on the couch, giving Sofia the bed. She had closed the door right away and I had seen the light go off so I had assumed she had fallen asleep relatively early.
                  But when I woke up and knocked on the door, I opened it to find her sitting in bed, her knees to her chest, with only the corner of the bed she sat on disturbed. She hadn’t even lain down once.
                  “You didn’t sleep,” I said it in a statement but I meant it as a question. Clearly, the girl was exhausted. What had she been doing staying up all night like that?
                  Seeing her sitting in bed, with her arms wrapped around her knees, she looked so small. It was incredible to think such attitude and chaos came from a body so delicate. And with a reckless history to boot. I realized now that those two men who had trailed after Sofia that night in Colombia had been royal guards. And she must’ve somehow given them the slip to head out into the wild to party it up.
                  God, did she not know how goddamn breakable she was?
                  I stood in the doorway, almost getting mad at her for something she had done months ago.
                  Sofia raised her head, the smudges underneath her eyes darker. “I’ve decided that I am staying in Los Angeles,” she said with a regal air of command.
                  I quirked a brow at that. “Funny,” I said casually, crossing my arms across my chest. “I think I remember telling you that we were flying to Wyoming last night.”
                  Sofia bounded out of bed. “That’s right. You told me. But I never consented to such a plan,” she argued. “I’m not going.”
                  She crossed her own arms and stared at me.
                  I looked down at her. “That’s too bad,