Free HOT SEAL Lover (HOT SEAL Team - Book 2) by Lynn Raye Harris Page A

for Remy if she’d already been gone though.
    Because, goddamn, he’d been pissed since the second she opened the door, looking all sweet and pretty in her summery dress with the hijab over her hair. He’d had a strong need to kiss her, and that hadn’t helped his temper in the least.
    He knew where he stood with Christina Girard-Scott. One night in her arms, and he was history. He thought he’d glimpsed heaven with her, and then she’d refused to answer his calls.
    Just as well since he’d probably been wrong anyway. She was just another woman, though admittedly she wasn’t his usual type. He didn’t typically go for the Junior League sort.
    Or maybe he was just pissed because she’d given him a dose of his own medicine. Yeah, he’d had one-night stands and he’d failed to call the woman the next day—or ever—but he’d never called and been ignored. That was a new one.
    At first he’d thought she was busy. Took him about three days to realize she was ignoring him on purpose.
    He’d been unable to ask Matt Girard about his sister. Unable to ask anyone. All he could do was leave messages.
    Messages she never returned. He’d gotten the hint after two weeks, but he’d called periodically for the next couple of months. Just in case she finally answered and explained what the fuck was going on—which she never had.
    They entered the foyer of the hotel. There were a few people around, but not many. Everyone was busy fleeing the city, which didn’t bode particularly well for the SEALs and their charges.
    They’d been tasked with putting these people on a plane, but that had changed in the past couple of hours between order and execution. There was no way through to the airport now. People were leaving by car and truck, fleeing north. Some would go east to the port city of Akhira. It was the most direct way to the sea but also the riskiest with the fighting so close. The rebels could cut the route if they overran the road at any point.
    The SEALs couldn’t call in an air rescue because every helicopter was currently being used elsewhere. Not to mention the sky was particularly dangerous at the moment since the rebels had a supply of shoulder-fired missile launchers. They would most definitely aim them at a Blackhawk appearing on the skyline, and that was a nightmare nobody needed.
    The only way out was the way everyone was going—motor vehicle.
    Viking was waiting for them when they arrived in the foyer. “We’ll go seven to a vehicle. You’ve got Cowboy, Camel, and Money— Jesus, that sounds like a bad joke.”
    Viking shook his head and Remy couldn’t help but grin. Cody “Cowboy” McCormick thought riding bulls on his off time was fun. Alex “Camel” Kamarov had the misfortune to have a name that lent itself to a name like Camel. And Cash “Money” McQuaid was self-explanatory.
    “Akhira is the closest, but we’re heading for Merak,” Viking continued. “It’s more stable, and the commercial airport is still operational.”
    Merak was a port city near the northern border of Qu’rim. On a good day, it was six hours north. On a day like today? God only knew.
    “Copy that. It’s farther from the fighting and less likely to be cut off. Don’t think we have much choice really.”
    Viking looked grim. “Not especially, no.” His gaze slipped over Paul and Christina standing nearby. “She okay?”
    Of course Viking knew who she was because he’d been at those same gatherings where Remy had met and talked to Christina.
    “Seems to be.”
    “Are you?”
    Remy’s gaze snapped to his team leader. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
    Viking’s expression didn’t change. “No reason. If you want me to take her, I can do that. Trade you a pudgy banker.”
    Remy snorted. “Fuck no. You keep the banker.”
    Viking tipped his head toward Paul. “The bodyguard, huh?”
    “Not much of one. He knew the airport was in danger two hours ago and did nothing.”
    “To be fair,” Viking said, “I don’t