Back Into the Storm
Chapters (52)
  1. Cover
  2. Book Description
  3. Books By Rachel Grant
  4. Dedication
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Chapter Fifteen
  20. Chapter Sixteen
  21. Chapter Seventeen
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter Nineteen
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-One
  26. Chapter Twenty-Two
  27. Chapter Twenty-Three
  28. Chapter Twenty-Four
  29. Chapter Twenty-Five
  30. Chapter Twenty-Six
  31. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  32. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  33. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  34. Chapter Thirty
  35. Chapter Thirty-One
  36. Chapter Thirty-Two
  37. Chapter Thirty-Three
  38. Chapter Thirty-Four
  39. Chapter Thirty-Five
  40. Chapter Thirty-Six
  41. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  42. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  43. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  44. Chapter Forty
  45. Chapter Forty-One
  46. Chapter Forty-Two
  47. Chapter Forty-Three
  48. Chapter Forty-Four
  49. Epilogue
  50. Fiona Carver Series
  51. Flashpoint Series
  52. About the Author

She shifted, putting space between them. He wanted to put his arms around her, hold her close and keep her warm, but he had no right.

“I can’t tell you why I did it. I wish I could. I don’t know if you’d understand, but at least it might make sense. What I did was unforgivable, and for that reason, I’ll never ask for your forgiveness, but I hope someday you’ll understand that it was never about you. Never about us. Never about that night.”

“But you made it about that night.”

“I had to. But I want you to know the night we shared was nothing short of incredible. You are incredible. If my job hadn’t been paramount, I never would have tainted the memory of our night by lying.”

“So you admit you lied?”

“Yes. I said as much before, and when we get out of here, I will tell your boss, ACHP, and everyone who matters to you that I lied. I will own what I did, even though I can’t say why.”

“And I’m just supposed to believe that you’ll do that. You. The one with the history of lying.”

He shrugged. “It doesn’t matter if you believe me, but it’s what I’m going to do.”

“And if you did, what will that mean for you?”

“Not sure. I’ll be out of the military. On the extreme end, potentially a dishonorable discharge. Although higher-ups supported the tactic and probably guessed I was lying, so I don’t think it would go that far—unless you pushed for it.”

She raised a brow. “That’s some power you’re putting in my hands. Dishonorable discharge would destroy your whole world.”

“I deserve to be dishonored. I acted dishonorably. I’m horrified by what I did to you. And it shouldn’t have taken this extreme situation for me to get to this point, to see the wrong of it. Even worse, I did it for this”—he waved to indicate the thin sheet of fabric that protected them from a relentless rainstorm—“complete nightmare of a training that has endangered you, my training team, and a platoon of SEALs.”

“I don’t know about the rest of it, but I don’t think you can take the blame for what’s happening here. There was no way to predict any of this. For all we know, Jeb was in cahoots with the Russians.”

He started at her words. “Wait, I know why I suspect they’re Russian, but what makes you think so?” He suddenly realized they hadn’t debriefed about what happened when she was alone in the cabin so many hours ago. All he knew was there were two men, one blocking each door.

She cleared her throat. “The men who came after me in the cabin spoke Russian. At least, I’m pretty sure it was Russian.”