Five Ways To Surrender. Elle James

      Trish had left him after his very first deployment. While he’d been gone, dreaming about her, she’d found a civil service employee on the navy base who would be home each night to see to her every want and need. With him, she would never have to worry that he’d return from work in a body bag or be deployed nine months out of the year to some godforsaken place he couldn’t even discuss.

      That was when Jake had sworn off meaningful relationships that lasted more than a date or two. He didn’t have time for the games, and he didn’t need the heartache. His team depended on him to have a level head and solid focus.

      He opened his eyes and stared at the silhouette of the woman he’d rescued from the village overtaken by the ISIS terrorists. She wasn’t someone who took the easy way out. She’d come to Africa to start over. And, boy, had she. Teaching orphans in a poor village had to be completely different from her life in the States, yet she’d done it. Not only had she taught them, she’d gotten her orphans out of the village when the terrorists stormed the streets. And she’d returned to help her missionary sponsors.

      How many women had he known who would fearlessly head back into danger to help someone else?

      Alex had gumption. She was the kind of woman who wouldn’t settle for safe and boring in a relationship. But was she the kind of woman who could stand long separations from her significant other? What had been the reason for her breakup?

      Jake found himself wanting to know more about Alex. But he needed to sleep so that he could be refreshed enough to continue the trek out of the hills and back to some measure of safety, away from the terrorists.

      Thinking about Alex was pointless. Once he got her out of this situation, he probably wouldn’t see her again. Why waste his time mooning over a beautiful woman? Hadn’t he proved he wasn’t cut out for anything more than a quick fling?

      Alex didn’t strike him as a quick-fling kind of woman.

      With a sigh, he closed his eyes and willed himself to sleep. And he must have drifted off, because he woke with a start after what felt like only a few minutes.

      “Jake,” a soft, feminine voice called out to him.

      He sat bolt upright, his gaze going to Alex. “What’s wrong?”

      “Nothing, but I’m nodding off. I can’t keep watch through my eyelids.” She wrapped her arms around herself and yawned. “And it’s getting cold out here.”

      He glanced at his watch. “Four hours to sunrise. You should have woken me an hour ago.”

      “You were sleeping so peacefully I hated to disturb you.”

      He rose and crossed to where she sat with her back against the wall of the mouth of the cave.

      Alex shivered and yawned at the same time. “I can’t quit yawning,” she said into her hand.

      “Then lie down and catch some z’s. I’ll keep watch.”