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

“No I don't!” she yelled as she ran back to the bedroom.
                  I stood there and let the sudden heated shiver of her touch pass through me before I shook my head and chuckled a little.
                  If I was going to get this kind of physical reaction every time I was near her, it felt good knowing that at least I wasn’t the only one walking away a little shaken.
                  I had recognized the blush of her cheeks, the dilation of her pupils.
                  But now was not the time for this. I had to hurry up and shower before Sofia got any other harebrained schemes into her head.
     
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                  As I drove, I took in deep, gulping breaths as the Wyoming air blew in through the window. Already, I could feel my body healing itself with the clear, wild air.
                  I looked out the windshield at the rolling prairies and the huge, towering trees that were probably centuries old. I relished the wide open space that surrounded us without a hint of L.A. traffic or smog in sight.
                  This was home for me. This was where I felt most at peace. With a chunk of land to call my own, I knew that no matter where I went, no matter how long I was gone, Wyoming would always be the place I returned to.
                  I looked over and saw Sofia sitting restlessly in the passenger seat. She had taken off the cap once we had gotten into my truck, which I always left in long term parking at the airport. Once I was in Wyoming, I needed to have my truck. The two went hand in hand for me.
                  I watched as the wind blew strands of red gold hair across her face. Suddenly, I wondered if she could possibly see the beauty of Wyoming like I could. It was weird. I almost felt as if I was introducing a girlfriend for approval. I’ve had a deep and long relationship with Wyoming and I wanted to make sure anyone else who saw Wyoming saw her through the eyes that I did.
                  We finally pulled up to the entrance of my ranch.
                  “Devil’s Horn,” Sofia read as we passed under the wooden sign.
                  “That’s my ranch,” I said, unable to keep the pride out of my voice.
                  “Why is it called Devil’s Horn?” she asked.
                  “There’s a ridge to the east of my property where it’s about a thirty foot jump to a neighboring ridge. For awhile, it was a popular place for people to try and jump their horses over the ridge. But there were just as many people falling to their deaths on that ridge as there were people making it across. Hence, the name,” I explained.
                  “So there’s just a pile of dead horse and people bones at the bottom of that ridge?” she asked, her brows raised a little in horror.
                  My lips twitched at her comment. “Well, yeah I guess so. But Dead Horse And People Ridge seems less enticing to land buyers than Devil’s Horn, don’t you think?”
                  I saw her pink lips twitch a little in amusement before she caught sight of a house coming into view down the drive. Then I saw a look of grim resolve cross her face.
                  I pulled the truck along the side of the house, almost too excited to stop myself from running inside. I opened Sofia’s door and led her into the house.
                  Opening the front door, I walked in, breathing in the smell of the old logs and enjoying the peace and quiet. God, it felt so fucking good to be back. I did a careful check as I walked in making sure everything was in order. The living room with its worn flannel couch and brick fireplace looked enticing and cozy.
                  I walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge door and pulling out a cold bottle of water and an icy cold