Free Navy SEAL Captive by Elle James Page B

before he finds me in the crosshairs of whatever weapon he can get his hands on.”
    Montana shook his head. “The sooner we can get back to Lance with this case, the sooner we can get him started hacking into the resort security system.”
    â€œRight.” Sawyer glanced around. “I don’t suppose Natalie’s boss would mind if I camped out here while I’m waiting for an assassin to put a bullet through me.”
    â€œI’m sure it would be all right.” Duff stared at Sawyer. “How do you want us to go about getting Jenna’s fingerprints to compare against those Lance finds on the case and its contents?”
    Montana grinned. “I can drop by her room and get them.”
    Sawyer bristled. “Like hell you will.”
    â€œRemember, you can’t just waltz in and out of the resorts. You’re a wanted man.”
    â€œI got out, didn’t I?” Sawyer pulled the ball cap over his head and stuck the sunglasses on his nose. “Besides, in Jenna’s hotel, I’m her newlywed husband, Mr. Jenna Broyles.”
    Both Duff and Montana grinned.
    â€œI’ve heard of love at first sight,” Duff drawled, “but marriage at first sight? Isn’t that taking it a bit far?”
    Sawyer’s chest tightened at the thought of being Jenna’s husband for real. He could do worse. She was pretty, spunky and smart. He loved her dark red hair and the way it felt when he sifted his fingers through the silken strands. “Had to come up with a good cover, going up and down the elevator with her. And she’s got the bridal suite.”
    Duff’s forehead wrinkled. “Why?”
    Sawyer grunted. “Jilted at the altar. She was supposed to be here on her honeymoon, but the bastard didn’t know how good he had it.”
    â€œWow. Crappy way to spend your honeymoon,” Montana said.
    â€œYeah. And now, she could be a target if the gunman learns she was the one to find his case.”
    â€œYou think there’s a chance he’ll connect her to his missing case?”
    â€œAs much of a chance as we have to find him,” Duff said, his steady gaze locking with Sawyer’s.
    â€œI didn’t want to have to go back to Jenna’s resort.”
    â€œYou don’t want her to end up collateral damage.”
    â€œExactly.” But now that he’d talked himself into going back to the resort and Jenna, he wanted to be there immediately. His belly tightened at the thought of the dangers she might face because of him. “I’m heading back. Let me know what Lance finds.”
    â€œWill do.” Duff stuck out a hand.
    Sawyer took it and shook.
    Duff pulled him into a man hug and then let him go. “Later.”
    â€œYou bet.”
    With the cap on his head and the shades across on his nose, Sawyer looked like any other tourist who happened to be a New Orleans Saints football fan. He’d have to figure out how to sneak back into his room without being seen to grab a change of clothes. In the meantime, he wanted to get back to Jenna. Now.
    Even though they’d found her case before the assassin did, Sawyer didn’t have the level of confidence he needed to think Jenna was perfectly safe.
    Montana and Duff dropped the case into the beach bag and climbed the steps to exit the boat’s hold, leaving Sawyer there alone. Before he went back to Jenna’s hotel, he had a call to make.
    He touched his smartphone and brought up his emergency contacts, then hit the number at the bottom of the list. The last person he wanted to call when he was in trouble. But this...relationship...was the only striking difference between his teammates and himself that might hold a clue to why he was being targeted.
    The line rang three times before someone answered. “Sawyer. Thank goodness, it’s you.”
    The tension in the voice on the other end of the line made Sawyer tighten his hand on the phone.