Deep Six pilot, former Army Nightstalker, Rhett Hawkins, knew the day would come, but he had hoped it wouldn’t be until after he was gone. Maddie Carter was destined to die young, because that is just how she lived. She flew by the seat of her pants and flying as all she cared about. He’d learned that the hard way, when he asked her to marry him and she shot him down.
But after her memorial service, Hawk just couldn’t get past the feeling that something was wrong with the recounting of the events that led to the crash and her supposed death. Neither the helo or her body had been found. It drove him insane until he decided to do some investigation of his own. After getting conflicting stories from two surviving special operators, he knew he had to go the full distance to settle his mind.
Once in Central America, Hawk realizes there is much more going on than the Army knows. Not only is the now blacked-out military helicopter back in service, Maddie is behind the stick making drug runs for a brutal cartel.
When he has to convince her she needs to be rescued, Hawk sees she is not the same. Captain Maddie Carter is scarred, hardened and has no memory of him or her former life at all.
Back home, when her memory starts to return and secrets are revealed, could it mean he’d only rescued her to lose her again? Would those secrets change his own life forever too?
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Hawk couldn’t breathe. As hard as he tried, his chest just would not expand as he stared down at Maddie Carter, a woman he no longer knew, and one who obviously no longer knew him.
What in the ever loving hell was going on with her? Had they brainwashed her? Changed her this much in only six months? Was she on drugs? And a fucking baby?
He wheezed in a short breath, but the band around his chest tightened more to trap it in his throat. Six months. Baby. Not possible. He sank to his knees, and she whimpered. Hawk wanted to whimper too, because his head felt like it would explode.
A boot slammed into his ass and Hawk’s body flew forward. He landed face first and his nose dug into the wet, foul-smelling undercover on the jungle floor.
“Did you get my fucking sister pregnant, asshole?” Max growled.
Her brother could obviously add too, Hawk thought, sitting up, feeling like he wanted to vomit for the fourth time that night.
“Sister?” Maddie asked, her voice trembling as she lowered her legs and covered her knees with her skirt. “Who are you?”
“I’m your brother, Max,” he replied. “You don’t remember me?”
“I’m your, ah, um…” Was your boyfriend, lover and am probably the father of your child. Hawk swallowed hard, trying to let that fact sink in as he pushed up to his feet feeling Max’s eyes burning the side of his head. “I’m your friend,” he finally finished with a sigh.
“No, I don’t remember you. I don’t remember anything before I woke up here. The only thing I know is my name is Maddie, but nothing else.”
She put a hand behind her to push on the tree and get her legs under her then moaned when she took a step toward him. Hawk grabbed her shoulders to hold her up, wishing like hell it was daylight so he could see what condition her legs were in.
“You are Captain Maddie Carter, a Nightstalker Pilot in the U.S. Army,” Max replied. “Your helo went down six months ago on a mission.”
“What took you so long to come looking for me, if you’re my brother and he’s my friend?” she asked, sounding suspicious and more than a little angry. “Why didn’t the Army come looking for me? Do they always just leave their pilots to rot in hell when they crash?”
“They did look for two weeks, but the helo and your body went missing,” Hawk replied.
“My body went missing because I was still in it! A drug cartel carried me and the helicopter off into this jungle,” she hissed, putting her hands on her hips. “They sure didn’t look very hard for me, and you two waited long enough to come looking!”
Her attitude made Hawk feel so much better. This was his Maddie, even though she didn’t remember she was his.
About the Author:
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Becky McGraw writes happily-ever-afters with heat, heart and humor. A Jill of many trades, Becky knows just enough about a variety of subjects to make her contemporary cowboy and romantic suspense novels diverse and entertaining. She resides in Florida with her husband of thirty-plus years and is the mother of three and grandmother of one. Becky is a member of the RWA, Sisters in Crime and Novelists, Inc.