Chapter Two
Shannon stared up at the taller security officer who’d suddenly gone from useful pawn to something more complicated. For the first time, she really looked at him. He certainly didn’t resemble the average college student. Older, for one thing, probably her own age of twenty-nine or a bit more. Light brown hair, clipped short, surrounded a striking, square-jawed face. Handsome, but hard. Lines around the eyes, mouth, and nose suggested pain or suffering, accepted but not welcomed. His dark brown eyes, trained on her, held suspicion and anger.
She put him at an inch or so over six feet tall and lean, too lean, in fact, for his frame. He walked with a distinct limp, but the way he held himself, his confident stance, screamed “military.” Despite herself and her training, she was i
