Diana Palmer - Bound by Honor - Mercenary's Woman

He nodded. “Dallas, Cy Parks and Callie Kirby’s stepbrother Micah Steele, among others.”

Her mouth fell open. “Cy Parks was a mercenary?!”

His eyebrows levered up. “You didn’t notice that he has a hard time interacting with other people?”

“It’s hard to miss. But in the condition he’s in…”

“I know. That’s one reason that he isn’t in our line of work anymore. He was one of the group that helped put Lopez’s organization away a little over two years ago—so was I. It was Jess who got to the man himself. But Lopez appealed the verdict and only went to prison six months ago. As you can see, he’s out now,’ he added dryly.

“Two years ago—that was about the time Cy came to Jacobsville,” she recalled.

“Yes. After one of Lopez’s goons torched his house in Wyoming. The idea was to kill all three of them, not just Cy’s wife and child,” he added, seeing the horror in her eyes. “But Cy wasn’t asleep, as they’d assumed. He got out.”

She grimaced. “But why would Lopez burn his house down?”

“That’s how he gets even with people who cross him,” he said simply. “He doesn’t take out just the person responsible, but the whole family, if he can get to it. There have been slaughters like you wouldn’t believe down in Mexico when anyone tried to stand against him. He does usually stop short of children, however; his one virtue.”

“I never knew people like him existed,” she said sorrowfully.

“I wish I could say the same,” he told her. “We don’t live in a perfect world. That’s why I want you to learn how to defend yourself.”

“Fat lot of good it would have done me the night I had the flat tire,” she pointed out. “If you hadn’t come along when you did…” She shuddered.

“But I did. Don’t look back. It’s unproductive.”

Her soft, worried eyes searched his scarred face quietly.

“What are you thinking?” he asked with a faint smile.

She shrugged. “I was thinking what a false picture I had of you all those years ago,” she admitted. “I suppose I was living in a dream world.”

“And I was living in a nightmare,” he replied. “That unforgettable spring day six years ago, I’d just come home from a bloodbath in Africa, trying to help an incumbent government fight off a military coup by a very nasty native communist general. I lost most of my unit, including several friends, and the incumbent president’s office was blown up, with him in it. It wasn’t a good time.”

She named the country, to his surprise. “We were studying that in a political science class at the time,” she said. “I had no idea what you did for a living, or that you were involved. But we all thought it was an idealistic resistance,” she added with a smile.

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