Chapter 70
Derek flailed backward as if she’d shot him in the chest with an RPG.
She reholstered her weapon and crossed her arms while she waited for him to stop floundering about like a dead fish.
He finally tented the hands that he’d clamped over the strike point on his chest and peered in carefully before looking up at her.
“Abby, I—”
“If you didn’t want to be with me—” And the full force of that statement slammed into her just as hard as that RPG, “—you could have at least told me to my face.”
What was she doing here? Standing in front of all these people? Throwing her heart in the dirt for everyone to see? Why had she even come? She spun on her heel and sprinted back toward her Charlene. Only there did she know who she was.
Except…
She couldn’t imagine what Colonel Beale was thinking. Throw her out of the 160th because she was now unreliable? At a minimum. She would certainly do it to herself if she was in command.
Heave her out the door at altitude! That was the old threat, wasn’t it? She was not going to cry. Not throw herself to the dirt of the SAS training ground and whimper. No, she’d walk tall until they threw her out of the 160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment all on their own.
Though what could be worse than that?
She pictured Derek lying in the dirt and not wanting her.
Somehow, that was worse.