SEALs of Honor:Jackson

By: Dale Mayer

SEALs of Honor, Book 19

About This Book

A bullet takes out his rig, but a mechanic captures his heart…

When Jackson is forced to pull his rig to the side of the road as the radiator overheats, he’s not impressed, but when a bouncy mechanic in camo drives back to help him, he’s even less enthralled – with himself. She’s smart, capable, single and knows a whole lot more about mechanical things than he does.

But when he hears that it’s a bullet that’s brought his rig to a stop, he knows exactly what to do – save the woman at his side and find the men who did this.

Deli was sent to assist Jackson and his sidelined rig. Only to find they are caught up in a double cross that has bullets flying and bodies dropping… some of them very close to her.

If only it was that simple… as the bodies start to fall, and their passion starts to heat up… who will be the final casualties in take the last shot in the final act?

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Jackson Pearson walked to the front of the military rig full of equipment, now on the roadside with steam pouring out of the engine, and popped open the hood. Damn truck. He was part of a convoy, heading from training back into Coronado. A smaller navy rig pulled up in front of him. The driver walked toward him with a smile. He looked at her and asked, “Can I help you?”

She chuckled. “The question really is, can I help you? I was instructed to see if you were in trouble when you fell behind. Truck problems? I might be able to fix your rig and get you back on the road.”

While he watched, she clambered up on the bumper and took a look under the hood. She frowned and muttered. He was about to check it out himself but hadn’t had a chance before she got here.

“Your engine obviously is overheating,” she said. “Looks like you’ve got a hole in the radiator.” She continued to check underneath the hood for a moment, then slid off the bumper and stood next to him. She frowned and asked, “Where were you stopped last?”

He motioned back up the highway. “Popped into the gas station to get water.”

She nodded. “Interesting.”

“Why?” he asked, staring at her, then at the steam. She was small, maybe five feet, two inches, tiny, and didn’t look like she knew the front end of a truck from the back end. But, not only was she knowledgeable, she appeared to be all business.

“Because I’ve seen that hole before.” She turned to look around. “I’m thinking this vehicle needs to be towed back.”

“Why? What is it?”

“Did anybody know you were going into that store?”

Exasperated, he put his hands on his hips. “Are you going to tell me about the hole?”

“When you went inside the store,” she said, without answering him, “did you see anyone outside, hanging around your truck, anything unusual?”

Slowly realizing something was seriously wrong, he said, “No. Why? What was I supposed to see?”

“Not see,” she said firmly. “But hear.”

He stared at her, confused, looked at the radiator and shook his head. He frowned at the rig and turned to her again, recognition now in his gaze.

She nodded. “Yes, that’s a bullet hole.”

Chapter 1

“Show me,” Jackson snapped, his voice hard. Why the hell hadn’t he seen that? Well, of course he hadn’t. She’d gotten in the engine first. “What’s your name?”

“Dahlia Montgomery.” She wore a big smile. “My friends call me Deli.”

His eyebrows shot up. “That’s a … nice name.”

She shrugged. “I make a mean sandwich. What can I say?”

That startled a broken laugh out of him. “Okay, Deli—if I may call you that?” he asked, one eyebrow up.

She nodded. “Sure. We’re friends until I have a reason not to be,” she said cheerfully. “If you come around to this side, you can see what I’m looking at.”

It took a bit of twisting and bending to see what she pointed out, but, indeed, a nice neat little hole was very apparent in the radiator. “We can’t see if it went out the back, can we?” he asked, straining to look.

“Not without some help.” She took out her cell phone, turned on the flashlight and used it to direct a beam of light into the hole. And, sure enough, it came out on the other side.

He swore. “What the hell?”

“Missed the grill,” she said. “Lucky shot there. The grill would have deflected it a little more off to the side, but, as it is, the radiator is history. This vehicle is going nowhere until I can plug that.” She frowned and looked at it. “Any chance we can find the bullet at the store you stopped at?”