What I Fight For: A Bad Boy Military Romance (Easy Team Book 1) by Gemma Hart Read Free Book Online Page A

Satan’s anus,” Doc Jones groaned as he stepped out of the small airport.
                  “God, you’re not kidding,” Margie said, taking in the small and desolate little airstrip we had landed at. “It has to be at least a 110 degrees right now.”
                  “150,” Doc Jones corrected, mopping his already beading forehead. “500, maybe even.”
                  I couldn’t argue with either of them.
                  We were huddled around our suitcases and large medic supply trunks, waiting for out escort. I could feel beads of sweat trickling down my back. Holy crap, this heat was no joke. We’d have to be careful not to get heat stroke while we worked here.
                  My lips tightened as I imagined Edward enjoying a nice breezy California day with his fiancée while I was sweating my ass off in the middle of nowhere.
                  No. I had to stop thinking about him!
                  I looked around the group. “Well, hopefully our base camp will have some fans,” I said, trying to inject as much optimism as I could into my voice.
                  The group just grunted in acknowledgement, too exhausted from the heat to say much more.
                  But I smiled at their grunt, touched to just see them here in this heat with me. After the morning meeting, Doc Jones had quickly filled in Margie with what had happened. Immediately, Margie volunteered for the mission. Immediately, she was told she was too valuable a floor nurse to lose. But she argued that there was a greater need for efficient nurses in a place like Qunar than in L.A.
                  And along with Margie, Tammy had joined as well. She had huffed and puffed at hearing about Edward’s gall to suggest me for the trip. “That slimy little weasel!” she had said, her blue eyes narrowing. She stamped her foot and looked up at me. “You should know that I never liked his nose! It’s too skinny and weak. Like the man himself.”
                  With three more nurses, our staff was complete. When I had mentioned to Doc Jones how we had essentially stolen the entire ER staff, he had simply shrugged and said, “That’s Listrom’s problem. He brought the mission to our table anyway.” And that was that.
                  Soon we were packed and on a long flight to half way across the world.
                  “Oh look! There’s Mr. Carew!” Tammy said, pointing to a large olive Humvee coming in from the distance.
                  A familiar weather beaten face stuck his head out from the side of the vehicle and smiled at us. “Hello, hello!” he called out.
                  The large vehicle stopped right in front of us. Mr. Carew stepped out and surveyed us with beaming eyes. “I’m so glad you are here! So glad! There’s so much work to be done and your help will be such a blessing.”
                  Seeing the sincerity in his gaze and the bags of exhaustion lining his eyes, I suddenly felt a small spark of satisfaction in coming. No matter what brought me here, I was here now. And maybe I could do so measure of good.
                  This was a place where I could throw myself into work and be far removed from the drama and heartache of men. I could focus on just the work at hand and maybe through time and distraction, I could begin to heal. Maybe, by the time I returned to California, I’d be a whole new woman.
                  “Why don’t you all climb in and we can head over to base camp,” he said, opening the car doors. “I know you all must be exhausted from your flight!”
                  “What about our trunks?” I asked. There was no way we could fit into the Humvee with our suitcases and our medical supply trunks.
                  Mr. Carew clapped his hands and then waved