At Attention Read online Annabeth Albert (Out of Uniform #2)

Categories Genre: Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Out of Uniform Series by Annabeth Albert
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
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For his part, Dylan looked like he was trying not to hurl, as green as a newbie before jump training, and not meeting Apollo’s eyes. Yeah, he knew he’d fucked up, but Apollo couldn’t muster up much sympathy. “Thanks,” he croaked as the director walked away.

Apollo waited until she was out of earshot before saying, “So. A job for the fall, huh?”

“I was going to tell you. Tonight. I had a plan...”

“I bet you did,” Apollo said dryly, unable to keep his frustration from leaching into his voice. “They didn’t just hand you this, right? You had to apply and interview and all that?”

“Yeah,” Dylan said weakly. “And I wanted to tell you, but the timing never seemed right—”

“Because you were too busy lying and acting like you were headed back to Oregon in a few weeks?” Okay, more than a little frustration was showing now even as he kept his voice down. But damn it, the only reason he’d trusted himself to get involved with Dylan was the limited time frame.

“No!” Dylan’s voice was as wounded as his big blue eyes. “That’s not how it was. I wasn’t getting any job leads, and then this came up, and I figured it wasn’t a big deal—”

Apollo made a scoffing noise because they both knew that was a lie. This was a huge deal, and a muscle in his jaw leaped as he tried to keep control of himself. Had Dylan planned this all along? Figured he could seduce Apollo into something more? Or was it more wishful thinking on his part and Apollo was about to crush him? Fuck. This was a total no-win scenario.

Whir. Whir. Apollo’s phone jangled in his pocket with the special vibration he’d assigned calls from the base. He pulled it out and his gut sank into the scuffed gym floor when he saw the message—an emergency code that almost never got used that meant get to base ASAP because something was very wrong with one of the training operations he oversaw.

“Fu—Heck. There’s an emergency.”

“You need to go?” Dylan almost visibly switched gears, voice going efficient, expression distant. “It’s okay. I’ve got the girls.”

“This... I might be gone overnight if they need me to travel.” He had to be careful how much he told Dylan, not when he didn’t have more than a few cryptic words to go on himself and when the whole training operation was top secret. “But I want you to do me a favor and not turn on the local news around the girls while I’m gone, okay?”

“Of course. You can trust me.” There was a defensive edge to Dylan’s voice, a remnant of their earlier conversation, no doubt.

No choice right now. Apollo bit back the cruel words and nodded sharply instead. “We...we’re not done here, okay? We’re going to talk as soon as I’m back.”

“Sure. But right now, Lieutenant, you need to go. And you need to trust me. Things will be fine. However long you’re gone. I’ll hold down the fort.”

“I know you will.” Apollo sighed heavily, hating his job for the first time in a long time. He could already sense that he was heading to a clusterfuck of epic proportions, right when he needed to stay and have this out with Dylan. Leaving things unfinished had his teeth grinding and his back tensing up.

“You leaving, Baba?” Sophia had evidently heard the tail end of their conversation and she looked at him with sad, knowing eyes.

“Yeah. But Dylan will take you home, get you dinner—”

“Do you want tacos?” Dylan’s voice was far brighter than Apollo would have thought possible. He was so good with the girls, compartmentalizing as well as some of Apollo’s men, focusing on the mission Apollo had given him to take care of the girls. Apollo’s throat felt tight as a coiled bungee cord and his emotions that were ready to spring out all over the place. God, he was a mess, right when he needed to focus most.

“Go.” Dylan’s hand was warm on Apollo’s shoulder. “Everything else will keep. I promise.”

“Thanks.” Apollo kissed the girls and gave Dylan a grateful look, one that he hoped would suffice until they could talk for real, find out what the hell Dylan was thinking.

Chapter Nineteen

“Helicopters do not simply fall from the sky.” The admiral’s dark hair shook as she spoke more clipped than usual. “Felder, you’re pulling all maintenance logs on the bird, every scrap of data you can on the pilots and crew. You’ve got full access to the support staff, but I want a report by twenty-three hundred.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Felder was writing notes as fast as the rest of them. Disaster had struck that afternoon when a helicopter doing a training mission with a SEAL team had landed on its side. The injured crew and SEAL team were being transported to NMCSD, and it was the job of Apollo’s group to find out what had gone so horribly wrong.


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