Chapter 27

Finally, the door on the other side of the chopper opened. The pilot leaped down to the ground and came around to greet Mason.

Who nearly had a heart attack.

Holy fucking shit. This was the team leader? Was this a joke of some kind?

Standing in front of him was not the tough leader he'd expected, well-muscled and a hardened veteran of the battles in the sandbox. Instead, he stared at the woman who'd burned up his sheets in that hotel room a year ago. The one who wouldn't stay out of his dreams or his memory. The one he considered his omen of bad luck.

Although her sunglasses partially obscured her face, there was no mistaking the delicate jawline or the body he'd explored every inch of. Lithe and slender, she came nearly to his shoulder. An Omega Team T-shirt fell softly against rounded breasts his hands had cupped and kneaded. Worn jeans clung to nicely curved hips and long, slender legs. High cheekbones highlighted an oval a face and a mouth with full lips—a face he knew he'd nev