school when she was much younger. At twenty-one years old, she had three children, the youngest of which she was holding.
“They are well. I am teaching Kamal his letters. He will go to school one day.”
Angela nodded. “Your children will be smart as well as beautiful, like their mother.”
She snorted softly. “If they live that long and are not stolen away by Koku’s army.” Uluru moved out of the doorway. “You are here to see my father?”
“Yes,” Angela said.
“And this man with you, who dresses like one of our men?”
“He is my...” Angela almost said boyfriend, but that was so many years ago.
“I’m her fiancé,” Buck said and cupped Angela’s elbow. “We are to be married soon.”
Angela swallowed hard to keep from disagreeing out loud. Now that he’d said it, she couldn’t deny it without appearing wishy-washy in front of Uluru and her father.
Uluru’s gaze swept over Buck from head to toe before she nodded. “As the doctor’s betrothed, you are welcome in our home.”
Inside, the structure was cast in shadow, with no electrical lighting in use.
Uluru passed through the house and out into a small courtyard where an old man, dressed all in white much like Buck, sat cross-legged on the ground in the shade of a tree.
Angela waited for the man to invite her forward.
When he did, she sat cross-legged across from him, and Buck sat beside her.
Uluru joined them, setting the toddler on his feet. The child wandered off to play with a stick.
Angela studied the man, searching his face for any signs of illness. “You are well?” she asked.
Abu Hanafi nodded, his gaze going to Buck and back to Angela. “Who is this white man who dresses like one of our people?”
Buck sat up straight, meeting the man’s gaze with a strength and confidence Angela had to admire. “I am Dr. Vega’s fiancé.”
The elder continued to stare at Buck for a long moment, as if sizing him up. Finally, he gave a single nod. “Why are you here?”
Angela realized the elder wasn’t speaking to her, but to Buck. In deference, she let Buck respond.
“There was an attack on the government building in Bentiu. We believe it was Koku. Then his men attacked the refugee camp,” Buck said. “My men and I got Dr. Vega and her nurse out before they could be harmed. We all need a place to hide until after the sun sets, at which time we will leave.”
Abu Hanafi’s brow furrowed. “You have brought danger to my village?”
“We hope not,” Buck said. “But we will leave as soon as we can.”
“Or we could leave now, if you think we have endangered your people,” Angela said softly.
A long silence stretched between the elder, Angela and Buck. Finally, Abu Hanafi nodded. “You will stay until dark. However, if trouble follows you, you will leave sooner. Too many of our children have been stolen by Koku and his men.”
“Koku has taken children from your village?” Buck questioned.
“He takes our young boys to fill his army,” the elder said. “We are forced to hide them in the bushes when Koku is in the area.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Angela said. “I wish we could do something to stop him.”
“You have to know where to find him,” Buck said, “in order to do anything to stop him.”
Once again, Abu Hanafi studied Buck. “You are not a doctor.”
Buck shook his head. “No, sir.”
“You are an American soldier?”
Buck tensed beside Angela. “No, sir.”
That penetrating gaze pinned Buck to his spot. But Buck wasn’t giving the man any more than he already had. “Sir, we should move our vehicle before Koku’s people see it and report back to him.”
Abu Hanafi waved his hand. “Go.”
When Angela rose to her feet, he touched her arm. “My people owe you a debt we cannot repay.”
“You owe me nothing,” Angela assured him.
The elder dipped his head. “I can only repay you in friendship.”
“Which is the most important payment of all.” She held out her hand to the man. He took it in both of his. “Thank you for saving my life.”
“You’re welcome.”
Uluru led them through the house and back to the van. “You can park in the trees at the base of the bluff,” she said.
“Thank you.” Angela strode back to the van, anxious to get away from Buck and the chemistry he seemed to be stirring up inside her. The faster they resolved the issue with Koku, the quicker she could get back to helping others.
She hoped it happened sooner rather than later, because all those old feelings she’d had back in medical school seemed to be bubbling up inside. Losing him the first time had been bad enough. She feared the more time she spent with Buck, the more dangerous he became.
To her heart.
Buck and Angela returned to the van, where several of the SEALs stood outside the vehicle.
Having taken over the conversation with Abu Hanafi, Buck allowed Angela to take the lead this time.
“We can stay only until after dark,” Angela jumped in without preamble. After informing them of where Uluru had indicated they could park the van out of sight of the road, Angela announced, “I’ll walk.”
“I’ll walk with you,” Buck said.
The only hint she wasn’t happy with his announcement was the tightening of her lips. “Suit yourself.” And she started toward the hillside.
Diesel cranked the van’s engine, the SEALs piled in and the van passed Angela and Buck on the way to the hiding place.
Angela waited until the people in the van were well out of hearing distance before she said, “Did you ever consider I might not want you to walk with me?”
“Yes.” He lifted a shoulder. “And I ignored it. I don’t feel comfortable leaving you anywhere alone.”
“You left me in Chicago,” she shot back.
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