Cole slammed out of the radio tower at base camp. Lightning forked down from the night sky, lighting up a nearby ridge. The next bright s***h temporarily blinded him, but that didn’t matter. His dumb ass could stare at the fireworks display as much as it wanted, because he knew the path to Sam Clayton’s RV blindfolded.
His team commander’s RV was parked where it always was. The lights were off, but at least the camper wasn’t rocking. Sam’s fiancée wouldn’t appreciate a meet and greet in the middle of banging Sam’s brains out, and Cole needed Sam in a good mood.
An amenable Sam would make this easier.
He pounded on the door, jiggling the latch while he counted off the seconds. One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. And . . . f**k politeness. The handle opened easily, because no one bothered l
