Page 73 of The Lawyer

“Yes.”

He comes in closer, his gun to his side as he starts pulling some gloves off his hands. It isn’t until he comes into enough light and his features are clear that I realise my saviour is wearing the same as the other guys. A tattered, bulletproof vest over his chest. Light brown coloured camo gear. Heavy, sweat covered forearms lead out of his shirt as he wipes his hands on his gloves.

“Which regiment are you?”

“I don’t think anyone here knows you well enough for that, Ivy Broderick. Although, I’d like to change that.” Another hungry gaze, this time filled with a smile that might well be attractive on any other day of the fucking week. Not today, though. And definitely not when there’s five of them to contend with.

I twist, look at the other four, and then back at him.

And then I do the only thing I’ve got left.

I run.