Chapter 29
The helicopter was massive, boasting two rotors and an entire team of support staff plus huge plastic totes full of supplies. Half of the newcomers were Secret Service agents who surrounded the President in a human barricade. The other half were medical officers, who were understandably concerned at our party’s lack of clothes.
Between them, the crew split us up to be treated—and debriefed—in a matter of moments. Which wouldn’t have been a problem if the nurse I ended up with hadn’t rubbed my wolf entirely the wrong way.
“Turn toward me,” the nurse demanded before shining a startlingly bright light directly in one eye after the other. Adding insult to injury, he hit me with a tough question at the exact same time. “What were you doing aboard Air Force One?”
Eat him, my wolf
