A Place Called Home Quotes

“Go fuck yourself, Teague,” Marshall said. “If you were a real infantryman, you’d have already commanded instead of hiding out on the staff.”
“Maybe there are limits to how many hairy asses I’ll kiss to make major. Feel free to continue for the both of us, though,” Teague said.”
― Jessica Scott, A Place Called Home

“This borders on mutiny,” Marshall growled.
“Do you know how to spell mutiny?” This from Teague behind him.”
― Jessica Scott, A Place Called Home

“He reached for her, slipping his fingers into the front pocket of her pants and tugging her between his thighs where he rested against the bike. “It’ll be fun. You’ve never ridden until you’ve ridden with me.”
“I’ve ridden you before.”
He coughed and choked on a laugh. “Well played,” he said, his voice thick. He sucked on her bottom lip. Just a tiny tug. A hint of things to come. “You ready?”
“Where are you taking me?”
“I’m going to abscond with you to the wilds of central Texas and have my way with you in the mesquite brush.”
― Jessica Scott, A Place Called Home

“Ever ridden a motorcycle?”
She shook her head. She looked at him from beneath her heavy black lashes. “That sounds terrifying.”
“You’ve already been shot at. How bad can a motorcycle be?” He swallowed a powerful surge of lust then leaned in close, his lips near her ear. “I’ll make your first ride a good one.”
Her lips parted. A slow flush ran up her cheeks. “How do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Make something so innocuous sound so erotic?”
He laughed quietly. “Years of practice.”
“Really?”
“Not really. I think your mind is just in the gutter.”
― Jessica Scott, A Place Called Home

“Teague pushed up against her back.
“Nothing personal,” he said against her ear. “But we get stacked close so we can communicate through touch and don’t have to talk.”
So now not only was she pressed up against Reza’s back but she had Teague pressed against hers. She was like an Emily sandwich, squished between two big warriors. She giggled.
Reza looked back over his shoulder. “There’s no giggling in the shoot house,” he said dryly.
“Sorry. Nerves.”
― Jessica Scott, A Place Called Home

“I swear, one range fire and you’ve turned into a timid little baby kitten afraid of his own shadow.”
Reza swore under his breath, wishing Emily wasn’t standing right there watching Teague show his ass—figuratively, of course. He wondered how long it would be before Teague tried to hit on her.
The thought made Reza’s spine stiffen as he glanced over at her.
Emily raised both eyebrows, her lips twitching. “Range fire?”
Heat crawled up Reza’s neck, along with a strong desire to throttle Ben Teague. “I may or may not have been involved in an accident involving a small fire here at Fort Hood.”
“Ha,” Teague snorted and grabbed his helmet. “He burned down three hundred acres of training area last year.”
“It was an accident,” Reza snarled.”
― Jessica Scott, A Place Called Home

“What’s on your mind, doc?” he asked as he flashed his ID at the staff duty sergeant.
“Just wondering why the driver didn’t make conversation,” she said after a moment, following him down the hallway and trying not to feel like she was rushing to keep up.
“We don’t take warm showers together, if that’s what you’re asking.”
Emily laughed quietly. “Was that a line from Heartbreak Ridge?”
“You didn’t strike me as a war movie kind of girl.” Reza stopped short, studying her. “Are you honestly telling me you’ve watched that movie?”
Heat crept up her neck. “Before I signed up for the army, I needed to know what I was getting myself in for. I watched every war movie I could find.”
Reza simply stared at her, his dark eyes glittering. She was sure he was laughing at her. “You know those were Marines in Heartbreak Ridge, right?”
“Of course.”
He cracked the barest grin. She supposed it was better than yelling at her, so there was that.”
― Jessica Scott, A Place Called Home

“It’ll be worse than having civilians on the battlefield.”
“Marginally. She’s had some military training, right?”
It was Reza’s turn to frown. He hadn’t the slightest clue what military training she had, if any. Maybe she’d just been handed her uniforms and told to report to Fort Hood. Stranger things had happened. “I have no idea,” he admitted.
“Well, find out. And make sure she doesn’t accidently set off any pyro.”
Reza winced at the jab and flipped Evan off. “Very funny.”
― Jessica Scott, A Place Called Home

“Of course, Iaconelli would be the first man she’d actually thought about that way in a long, long time. A man who looked like he’d rather throttle her than talk to her.
That way? Oh Lord. What was she, twelve? She shuddered and shook off her thoughts. She was no longer the girl who couldn’t say the word “penis” without turning fifty shades of red.”
― Jessica Scott, A Place Called Home

“Several cheeks were packed with chewing tobacco, their owners’ spit bottles close by.”
― Jessica Scott, A Place Called Home

“He eased back, swiping his thumb over her bottom lip before putting more space between them.
“Was that an IFAK?” she whispered, her eyes sparkling.
Grinning, he shook his head. “Not exactly,” he said. She was going to mess up her hair in the field today. He wondered if she knew that.
He had the sudden idea that she might not care. She came across so proper but there was a wildness in his little captain.
A wildness he’d gotten a tiny taste of just then.
A wildness that he wanted to taste again.
He laughed then because he needed to do something to subdue the arousal wafting through his blood like a hit of the purest alcohol. “Get out of the way, knucklehead,” he said, more gently than he felt.”
― Jessica Scott, A Place Called Home

“He needed to focus. They were going to the range today and he couldn’t be thinking about her like this if he was trying to teach her how to shoot. “Where’s your IFAK?”
Emily frowned. Reza almost laughed at the expression on her face. She was priceless. “My what?”
He kept forgetting she didn’t speak the language. “Your first aid kit? Where is it?”
He pulled his thoughts back from the brink of inappropriateness as she leaned forward on her knees. “Do you have any idea what you’re looking for?” he asked, his voice rough.
She looked back over her shoulder and Reza’s entire body tightened. She had no fucking idea how sexy she was at that moment, army uniform and all.
She knelt in front of him, pushing up on her knees with a frustrated sound. “I have no idea.”
His gaze dropped to her lips, parted in frustration. She was there, just there.
And Reza surrendered to the temptation. He leaned in. Slowly, so that she could back away if she wanted to. Slowly, so as not to frighten her off.
Slowly, until his top lip brushed hers. A gentle nudge. A hesitant question.
And her soft, yielding answer as her bottom lip opened, just a little, just enough as she leaned in, opening to his touch.
He’d done stupid things in his life before and he would do stupid things again. Of that much he was certain.
But his brain didn’t register the movement as stupid.”
― Jessica Scott, A Place Called Home

“Emily tossed her body armor down on her office floor with a curse. She turned at the sound of soft laughter behind her. Olivia stood in the doorway, her favorite white and red coffee mug cradled in both hands in front of her.
“I never thought I’d hear the day where you’d cuss,” Olivia said.
“Yeah well, you try putting together your Inceptor Body Armor,” she growled, “without instructions. There is not a single person in this entire clinic that knows how to do this.” She glared down at the pile of gear. “There’s pouches and pockets and straps and…”
“And lions and tigers and bears, oh my,” Olivia said.
Emily glared at her friend. “Not funny.”
“It’s a little funny. Seeing you flustered like this? Totally funny.” Olivia moved closer to the pile of gear sitting next to the empty plastic bags it had come in. She toed an empty pouch. “Did you just pick this up?”
“An hour ago. I thought it would come put together. I mean, who just hands a soldier a pile of gear and says ‘here you go, figure it out’?”
“That would be the U.S. Army,” a male voice said.”
― Jessica Scott, A Place Called Home