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  Rescuing Aimee

Delta Force Heroes

Susan Stoker

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Contents

Blurb

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Affiliate 3

Chapter four

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter seven

Chapter 8

Affiliate ix

Chapter x

Affiliate 11

Epilogue

Besides by Susan Stoker

About the Author

Aimee O'Brien has harbored a not-then-fiddling crush on her school's new first-grade instructor since the beginning of the year. Tall, muscled, with long hair and a bristles, and a penchant for wearing silly ties to amuse his students…the human is too gorgeous for words. Every bit the PE teacher, Aimee's wardrobe consists of casual gym clothing not likely to catch anyone's eye. So no one is more than surprised than her when Tony makes his interest articulate.

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Tony Santoro's time in the military straight influenced his new choice of career—and his choice in women. He'southward looking for someone of substance, and Aimee has far more than to offering than merely her adorably disheveled look. He can't await to see what's hiding under those sweatpants and tees—just he might accept missed his chance. The very mean solar day he finally works upwards the nerve to ask Aimee out, is the solar day unspeakable violence explodes in the schoolhouse.

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Trapped in the gym, Aimee and Tony will accept to work together to go out with their lives…and the lives of the dozens of students trapped with them.

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Author Note: In this story, Aimee and Tony bargain with a threat that's all too real in today's society; the discipline matter may be too sensitive for some readers.

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One

Aimee O'Brien smiled as she walked into Gerry Linkous Elementary School. Several of the students waved at her and some even gave her a hug as they passed. Growing up, she never aspired to be a physical educational activity teacher, just now that she was, she couldn't imagine ever doing anything else.

She probably should be more concerned nearly cutbacks and losing her job, since many school districts across the country were cutting nonacademic programs, such as physical education and music, but the principal, Jane Allen, had reassured her she was doing everything possible to make sure the nonacademic programs were safe.

"Hey, Aimee."

Aimee looked up into the dark-brown optics of the i man she couldn't go out of her caput. From the starting time day she'd met him, she'd had the hots for him. Tony Santoro taught first grade and had been hired that year. Aimee had heard several of the teachers complaining almost the fact the school district had hired a male person teacher, but as presently as they saw him, they inverse their tune.

Tony was tall, probably around six feet or so, had long dark hair he kept pulled back in a sexy-equally-hell bun, and had a full beard. If Aimee met him in a back alley, and if he was wearing ratty jeans and a leather vest while straddling a Harley, she might take been terrified, only every fourth dimension she'd seen him, he'd been impeccably dressed. During school hours, he wore slacks and a long-sleeve shirt and tie. He wore a suit jacket every morning, merely usually took it off before starting his day.

Every single solar day.

He never deviated from his professional clothes.

The only time she'd seen him wearing annihilation else was at the school's annual fundraising carnival.

Aimee had to acknowledge that jeans and a polo shirt had never looked sexier. He filled out the worn denim in all the right places, and she could make out the hint of a tattoo on his chest because of the open buttons on his shirt.

Non only was he pleasing to the eye, simply he seemed to be a gentle and expert guy at the same fourth dimension. At starting time, she wasn't sure about him. In her experience, good-looking men seemed to know they were good looking and acted as if they were God's gift to women. Sometimes they surprised you lot, but more ofttimes than non they weren't interested in a long-term human relationship.

It was the way Tony treated the kids and beau teachers that fabricated Aimee want to get to know him amend. He had the patience of a saint, never raising his voice to any of the students in his class, even when they were misbehaving. He smiled at all the teachers, was unfailingly polite, and all Aimee could call up of was breaking through his courteous demeanor, seeing him lose that fe control of his.

She'd heard he used to exist in the military, and she had no thought how he'd gone from the battlefield to the classroom, but obviously he had…and he was good at it. But that nagging marvel in the back of her head wouldn't quit. She could see the passion just under his calm, controlled appearance, and couldn't help but be intrigued by it. Aimee had had more than one dream nigh him showing her his true colors.

In bed.

Over and over.

Until she was a puddle of goo on the mussed sheets.

It was becoming an obsession, and it irritated Aimee. She doubted she'd always catch his middle, not when there were so many other single, beautiful teachers vying for his attending. The other mean solar day Aimee had walked in on Marci Ringfield continuing inappropriately close to Tony, running her finger upward his chest and flirting as if it was an Olympic sport. Aimee had apologized, dropped her gaze, and backed away apace. That encounter fabricated her realize that regardless of how much she might daydream most sweaty sheets and kinky sex, and no affair that she swore she saw a gleam of interest in his eyes…it probably would never happen.

She wore shorts or sweats to piece of work every day. Her T-shirt and ponytail were standard work attire for her. Playing with the children and running around with them required her to exist comfy. Information technology wasn't equally if she could impress Tony with fancy work clothes, but it wasn't only that. She loved playing with the kids, and was usually a sweaty mess past the time Tony's form arrived for gym class every other afternoon. Her plain brown hair, scraped knees, and five-foot-ii height fabricated her feel like just another kid around him about of the time.

"Someone forgot their coffee this forenoon."

His words abruptly brought Aimee out of her thoughts. She had a bad habit of getting lost in her own head at inappropriate times, and she flushed, embarrassed that Tony might accept thought she was ignoring him.

"Pitiful, I was thinking about my lesson plans for the mean solar day, and don't worry, I've consumed more than than enough caffeine to go through the morning." The argument about the lesson plans was a modest lie, but he didn't take to know that.

They were standing near his classroom door; it was only a few doors down from the gym where Aimee spent almost of her time.

"I was wondering if you—"

"Miss O'Brien! Mr. Santoro!" The childish vox screeched at a volume more a

ppropriate for an outside game of tag than a narrow hallway inside an elementary school.

Aimee wondered what Tony was going to ask her, but didn't have time to dwell on it equally ane of her favorite students, Annie, grabbed her around the waist and gave her a large hug. Aimee knew Annie'south mom was a struggling unmarried parent, but she was doing something right because Annie was smart, funny, and always worried nigh her classmates more than than she did about herself.

The picayune girl was a tomboy down to her toes. She loved getting dirty and had no problem going toe-to-toe with the boys, not just in her course, but those in the older grades besides.

"Good morning, Annie," Aimee told the piffling daughter. "I see y'all're vivid-eyed and bushy-tailed this morning."

"Uh-huh," she responded, letting get of her and turning to give Tony an every bit exuberant hug, then turning back to Aimee. "I can't look until gym today…you said final time nosotros were going to do the obbystick class similar the soldiers on the base do and I've been practicing and I can't wait!"

Aimee laughed and ran her manus over Annie's head. "Obstacle course, and you're right, we are doing that today." Since a lot of the children's parents worked at Fort Hood, the Army base nearby, Aimee decided to make a game of running the kids through a modified obstacle grade. So far, the classes that had gone through it seemed to really relish it. Aimee got a lot of satisfaction out of making exercise and being healthy fun.

"Yay!" Annie screeched, then waved at them both and tore downward the hall toward her classroom.

"Whew, I swear some of the kids make me tired only watching them," Aimee breathed, smiling while watching Annie half run, half skip downwards the hall to her classroom, forgetting for a moment she'd dreamed about beingness naked in bed with the man standing side by side to her.

Tony chuckled. "Agreed. I wish I had half the energy they practise sometimes."

Aimee grinned shyly upwardly at Tony, noticing how again he'd managed to expect sexy but respectable at the same time. His white shirt looked as if it'd been freshly ironed that morning, and his tie with the snowman from the motion picture Frozen on information technology somehow fabricated him wait more masculine, rather than silly or wimpy. His long pilus was in its customary low bun at the back of his head and Aimee swore she could see herself reflected in his shiny shoes.

Rubbing a hand self-consciously on her rail pants, knowing she looked as though she merely rolled out of bed compared to him, she told him honestly, "You expect nice today."

"Thanks." Gesturing to his tie, he said, "I figured in laurels of the snowstorm upwardly in Montana today, I'd wearable this tie."

"It's cute."

He shrugged a little self-consciously. "Cute. Yeah. You know what, at the finish of the day, sometimes I forget I'm wearing some of my more colorful ties, and it'south not until the lady at the checkout counter smirks at me that I call back."

Aimee well-nigh reached out and stroked his chest over the necktie, but restrained herself only in time. "I similar information technology. Your students honey yous and love your pick of ties. Every time they come in for gym, I hear all about which one yous're wearing that twenty-four hour period. You lot're doing a nifty job here, Tony."

She swore she saw the man blush, simply didn't annotate on it. There was no way he didn't know how much his students liked him.

"Cheers." He shrugged. "I wasn't sure I'd be accepted when I start started. Y'all don't come across likewise many male uncomplicated teachers these days. Especially non my age."

"You're what, eighty-vii?" Aimee teased.

"Brat." Tony grinned. "Thirty-two, if yous must know."

"Oooh, you're ancient. Virtually retirement age."

At that place was a modest pause in their conversation, and Tony only stood in that location grinning at her, as if he was waiting for something.

"What?" Aimee asked, putting her hands on her hips.

"I told you lot how old I am, information technology's your turn."

"Oh no, don't you know it's rude to ask a woman her historic period?"

"I could guess."

"Good Lord, don't do that. That'southward worse than request. I mean, if y'all gauge besides loftier, I'll feel bad because you think I'm an erstwhile hag. Just if you guess too young, I'll exist crushed because you see me as besides young for yous or something." She hadn't thought well-nigh the words coming out of her mouth until his response.

"I don't think you're too young for me, and from what I can see, you lot're definitely not besides one-time either. In fact, I think you're merely about perfect."

Aimee didn't know what to say. Had Tony merely told her he was attracted to her? He went on before she could blurt out something embarrassing similar, "Yes, please take me to bed and do any wicked thing you lot want to me."

"I feel comfortable in guessing that you're twenty-eight." When she didn't say anything, Tony pressed, "Am I right?"

She nodded, but narrowed her optics at him suspiciously. "Yeah, just was that really a guess? You sounded way too certain of yourself."

He laughed outright, and Aimee couldn't do anything but stare at his mouth. Every time she talked to him, he became more and more attractive.

"You got me. I heard Jane talking to another teacher about how lucky they were to have you lot hither. That you were only 20-8, but information technology was as if you'd been doing this your entire life, even though you lot just graduated 2 years ago."

Aimee felt a need to explain for some reason. "When I graduated from loftier school, I thought I wanted to serve my country and all that." She waved her paw to illustrate all that. "I was apace disillusioned and realized all the rules and regulations that went into military life wasn't for me. I'yard more of a free spirit and tend to brand decisions on the fly. I didn't particularly like to be told to do something that I felt was the wrong decision. Non to mention my height wasn't exactly conducive for looking tough. I was made fun of more in Basic and at my showtime duty station than I ever was growing upward. Then I did my four years, then used my GI Bill to go to schoolhouse and get my educational activity degree."

"Good for you. The kids love PE. I've never seen anything similar it. I would've guessed that almost kids detest running around and exercising, especially in today's digital age. But every unmarried educatee I've talked to thinks you lot walk on water and they'd happily practice suicides until they dropped if yous asked."

Aimee felt herself blush, only brushed over his praise. She wasn't comfy with it, feeling as if she was only doing her chore. "Thanks. You were in the Army too, weren't you?" Aimee regretted the question as shortly as it left her rima oris, because Tony's entire demeanor changed. It was if a drapery fell over his expression, equally it turned bare.

"Yep. I did some time."

Wanting to brand it right, but not knowing exactly how, Aimee did what she usually did—jumped in with both feet. "I'm sorry if I brought up some bad memories, simply still, thank you for your service. I know a lot of people had it tough…my time in was dull in comparing. I was never deployed and feel kinda similar a poser as a event. But seriously, cheers."

Tony ran his hand over his head and shifted uncomfortably in front end of her. "No, I'grand distressing. That office of my life doesn't hold the best memories for me. I enjoyed the esprit and helping people who were simply trying to live their lives."

Aimee tilted her head at him, because her next words.

"Go on."

"Go on, what?" she asked, furrowing her brow in defoliation.

"Ask me whatsoever information technology is that's knocking effectually in that encephalon of yours."

Aimee laughed a little self-consciously, but asked what she'd been thinking, knowing she probably wouldn't get another opening as adept as this 1. "How'd you go from at that place to pedagogy? I mean, I know how I did information technology, but I don't wait you were mopping up pee from a party the nighttime before in the barracks and decided enough was plenty."

She honestly didn't think he was going to reply, classes were going to start soon and they both had prep they had to practise, only finally he took a deep jiff and looked her in the eye.

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sp; "I was in the middle of the most intense firefight I'd ever been in. We were pinned downward in the ruins of a building by insurgents. Ane of my buddies was lying behind me with a bullet hole in his head. He had been talking to me one second, and the side by side he was dead. Bullets were flying, civilians were screaming, kids were crying…it was absolute anarchy. I peeked out from backside the wall, and saw a child, around ten or 11, lying in the middle of the road. He was on his back, artillery outstretched on either side of him, staring upwards into aught. A leather satchel was adjacent to him, with books falling out of it."

Tony sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Aimee about regretted request, he was obviously stressed, but it was the relief she saw in his eyes at beingness able to talk well-nigh it that made her nod and put i of her hands on his arm in support.

It seemed to be what he needed to continue. "The child was on his way home from schoolhouse and got caught in the middle of a hail of gunfire. He didn't care about the Americans or the political climate. He was going about his day, trying to larn, when his life was cut short. I decided correct so and there, if I got out of that fight alive, that I wouldn't reenlist when my time was upwardly. I wanted to atone for that little boy somehow. I wasn't completely certain I wanted to teach, but information technology seemed to be what I should do.

"I started taking online classes the second I got back in the States later that deployment. From the first time I stepped human foot inside a classroom during my program, I knew it was what I was born to do. I love teaching…seeing a kid'southward face up light up when they finally 'get it' is the most rewarding thing I've e'er seen in my life. It won't bring that boy back, I know that, but it helps to know that I'm helping shape kids in some central mode. Maybe they'll look back and recall what Mr. Santoro taught them anytime." He shrugged a little sheepishly. "Or peradventure they'll look dorsum and recall I was the biggest dork of a teacher they'd e'er had."

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