alked straight to the back row. The engine

ghway. It drove deep into a heavily guarded

thick mud. The doors hissed open. Freezing air, h

off the bus, her boots sinking an inch into the wet dirt.

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lling a terrible joke about soil co

away from the crowd toward a fres

arth. She rubbed the dirt between her thumb and forefinger, her brow f

the camp. A massive, black Range Rover slammed

e. He practically sprinted toward the v

ard in a windbreaker stepped out an

A long leg clad in dark tactical

urtyard stepped int

t. Under the overcast sky, his sharp, cold features look

aw his face, her fingers went numb. The dirt dropp

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voice was deep, rough, and commanded absolute

, it suddenly stopped. His eyes locked

ibs. She instantly ducked her head, letting her dark

He recognized the terrified postu

tact and ordered the team to grab their hard hats

he supply crates. Cora stood

her boss. The sheer terror of t

yellow hard hat into Cora's

ok a deep breath, fighting down the panic, and