Free By Sea by Carly Fall Page B

Spanish?” Brody asked.
    “Nope. But I could listen to her all day long while watching her videos. Those things are hot as hell.”
    “So you can’t understand a word she says?” Heidi asked.
    Jason shook his head.
    “How do you know she’s not singing about dumb, American gringo boys who think of nothing but what’s between their legs?” Heidi asked.
    Jason shrugged. “Doesn’t matter to me what she’s saying, Heidi. When she shakes that ass and looks over her shoulder with her hair going all over the place, man, she could be telling me to go fuck myself, and I wouldn’t care.”
    Heidi rolled her eyes and Katie burst out laughing.
    “Okay, Jason. Glad to know you’ve got a thing for our guest,” Brody said, wondering if there wasn’t a woman Jason didn’t have a thing for. “Remember, we’re here to offer her protection, not bed her.”
    Jason nodded, a faraway look in his eye.
    Brody explained how Joe wanted them in St. Thomas for Margarita’s pick up, and his plan for travel and then getting the provisions for the boat when they arrived.
    “Will it be just her?” Danny asked.
    “We aren’t sure yet. She may be accompanied by a family member,” Brody answered.
    “When will we know?” Danny asked. “I need to make sure we’re stocked up on food.”
    “Joe said he’d let us know in the next couple of days, before Margarita arrived.”
    There was silence as Brody waited for other inquiries or comments, but none came. “Anyone have any other questions?” Brody asked.
    Everyone shook his or her head. “Okay then. We’re out of here first thing in the morning. Let’s get to work.”

Chapter 17
    Rayna arrived home, exhausted. Her desk had been buried in tedious paperwork, and she decided she wasn’t meant for long hours of sitting. She longed to be in motion, not chained to a desk. However, she needed to prove herself before her superiors would clear her for fieldwork, and so she stayed at her desk all day and worked through the cramped shoulders and numb butt.
    The garage door slid down, and a vehicle pulled up in the driveway just as the door kissed the pavement. Her heart quickened as she wondered who could be calling on her since she had no plans for the evening.
    Moving into the house, she hurried to the front door and looked through the peephole. Her father and his driver emerged from the car and walked up to the stoop.
    “Papa!” she exclaimed as she opened the door.
    “Hello, my love,” he said with a grin as he took her face in his palms and kissed each cheek. “It is so good to see you.”
    “Papa, what are you doing here?” she asked, stepping aside to let him in. At age sixty, her father, Daniel Gomez, was still an impressive figure. Threads of silver peppered his black hair, his emerald green eyes the same color as Margarita’s. He stood at almost six feet, his body still strong, thin and muscular, his footsteps conveying confidence and superiority to those around him.
    He gazed around the condo for a moment, his green gaze hard as if he were assessing the space. Rayna knew he wasn’t looking over her furnishings—or lack there of, in this case—but what she had done to update the security.
    “I’m so happy to see you have put in the blackout blind on the sliding glass door,” her father murmured. “Do you have your weapons where you can get to them easily?”
    Rayna smiled. “Of course, Papa.”
    “Show me, love.”
    As Rayna went through the living room and bedroom, pointing out the five guns she had stashed in each area, her father nodded approvingly. She may be CIA, but she was the daughter of the head of one of Latin America’s biggest drug Cartels, and she realized if for any reason anyone made the connection between her and her father, her life would be in danger. The other Cartels wouldn’t hesitate to kidnap her for ransom, or worse, kill her for retaliation. That was why she used her mother’s surname, and her sister used a stage name.
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