Delta Force Desire by C.J. Miller Read Free Book Online

her routine had been taken from her.
    Kit climbed out of the shower and wrapped herself in a bleach-smelling rough white towel. Griffin was standing in the doorway to the bathroom.
    â€œWhat are you doing in here?” she asked, pulling her towel tighter around her body. She had never been naked in front of a man before, and Griffin wasn’t just a man. He was an incredibly handsome and virile man.
    â€œI told you, I am looking out for you.”
    â€œI’m trying to work something out. Could you please leave?”
    â€œWhat is it that you need to work out?” he asked.
    She was an adult, but she couldn’t discuss something this private with a stranger. “I can’t talk to you about it.”
    He looked around. “There’s no one else to talk to.”
    â€œIt’s a female issue.”
    He lifted a brow. “If you need a tampon, I’ll find one.”
    Kit felt her face flush hot. “It’s not about a...you know.” A man hadn’t ever talked to her like this.
    â€œIsn’t that what you mean by female issue?” he asked.
    Kit liked that he was keeping his word to her and speaking simply. With him, she didn’t have to read between the lines. “No.” She might as well tell him. He’d solve it without making a big deal or embarrassing her. “I don’t have any clean underwear, and I wasn’t wearing a bra under my dress. Or socks. I’ll need fresh bandages for my foot, too.”
    He gave her a look up and down. “I’ll get what you need.” He stepped out of the room for a moment and returned. “They are on their way.”
    Feeling better knowing she’d have more clothes between her and Griffin’s perceptive eyes soon, she relaxed. She secured her towel around her, walked to the sink and combed the knots from her hair. Her sister had helped her arrange it last night. Now it was back to its normal shape, which was not much of a shape at all.
    One knock on the door and Griffin opened it, standing between her and the person on the other side. He closed the door and handed her a bag. “Get dressed. The chopper leaves in five minutes.” He turned around to give her privacy but stayed in the room.
    Kit dressed and then sat to rewrap her foot.
    â€œAre you finished?” he asked.
    She had taken less than three minutes. Her bathroom routine was quick compared to most women’s. “Just need to wrap my foot.”
    Griffin left his post and knelt at her feet. “Let me help you.”
    â€œHow much time does it take you to get ready?” she asked. She had hurried. If he was annoyed, that was too bad.
    â€œMinutes. Less if needed. But I’m concerned about this injury. I want to be sure it doesn’t get infected.” He used great care examining and bandaging her foot. Putting on socks didn’t hurt. Shoes did. So did walking on it.
    â€œI can carry you,” Griffin said.
    She refused to be that dependent on him. “I’ll hobble.” She’d figure out a way to walk to put the least amount of pressure on her foot even if it made her gait clumsy.
    Griffin didn’t leave her side and was patient with her slow walk. They were escorted to a field. After a few minutes, a chopper touched down close to them.
    Kit moved faster, but she tripped over a divot in the grass. Before she could face-plant, Griffin grabbed her arm, keeping her upright.
    â€œCareful. No more injuries,” he said.
    She had been trying to be careful. “Thank you.”
    Griffin supported her on the side of her injured foot, and they walked the rest of the way to the chopper.
    They climbed inside. The chopper was similar to the one that had taken her to the secret military facility where she had lived for a year. For that trip, she had been blindfolded. It had been terrifying and exciting.
    If she had known what that year would be like, if she had known what her work would entail and what