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

them at me in comfort. “No worries! No worries! Another vehicle is coming to pick these up. They will be following us back to base camp. I came on ahead since I figured the heat might be a bit of a surprise for you.”
                  I saw the twinkle of humor in his eyes. I couldn’t help but laugh.
                  Doc Jones huffed a laugh. “I think Satan’s shits are cooler than this weather.”
                  Mr. Carew chuckled ruefully. “You’ll get used to it. Just give it a few weeks.” He got into the driver’s seat. “Now, let’s go, shall we?”
     
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                  “This is quite the set up, Mr. Carew,” Doc Jones said as we drove into base camp. “Much larger than I had expected.”
                  Mr. Carew nodded. “Same here. But I have to say, Easy Team soldiers are amazing men. They can find resources and connections anywhere. And once they were notified about our arrival, they helped set up additional space for medical usage.”
                  “Easy Team?” I asked, confused.
                  “They’re a patrol team for the refugee camp here,” Mr. Carew explained. “Former soldiers. They work independently now.”
                  “Mercenaries,” Doc Jones said, a brow raised in curiosity.
                  Mercenaries? I looked back at Mr. Carew in surprise. Really? That sounded…dangerous.
                  Mr. Carew shifted uneasily in his seat as he kept his eye on the road. “Well…yes,” he admitted. “But that word usually has such a negative connotation. Easy Team works with more of a moral compass than most mercenaries. They were the ones who set up your workspace here. You’ll see. They are good men. And they’ll make good guides for you here.”
                  “Wait,” I said, confused. “Are you saying that we’re going to be working with them?”
                  Mr. Carew nodded, looking at me in surprise. “Why, of course. Even though this is a small camp, it’d be dangerous for you to be working out there without at least some protection. Easy Team will be on hand to guide you and to protect you as you work.”
                  I looked around the camp. No wonder it was so big. It wouldn’t be just us staying here.
                  “I thought you were going to be our liaison here, Mr. Carew,” Doc Jones said from the back.
                  Mr. Carew shook his head. “No, I’m afraid not. My role is more foundational. I help recruit and set up teams. I’m constantly moving around to the next location to help them find the services they need.” He shook his head. “And there are so many camps in need so I’m afraid I’ll always be on the road.”
                  Despite this surprising new information, I looked around, impressed. There was an abandoned building that looked like it might have been a restaurant at one point. That was now used as temporary barracks. Behind it was a small but neatly built structure that looked like a storehouse. Around these two main buildings were several tents of varying sizes.
                  The largest one stood at the far center of camp and looked to be some kind of meeting space. The second largest stood close by. Judging by the neat stack of pots and pans outside of it, I could guess it to be some kind of mess hall. There were several smaller tents set up around the larger ones, all serving some kind of purpose. It was quite impressive. It almost looked like a little town.
                  But the grand finale was saved for last.
                  At the far end of camp was a large, heavy canvas medical tent that was propped up, looking to be about almost twenty by twenty feet. Under the heavy canvas tent flaps, I could see a thick protective plastic flap, protecting the entrance.