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

think there was much he could have done about that. You want him to wander into a hot zone with her?”
    “No, but he could have been on the road to Merak by now.”
    “Again, would you be satisfied if he’d done that? We wouldn’t know where she was—and Girard would be having a shit fit back at HQ if that were the case.”
    “Yeah, fine, point that out.”
    Viking grinned. “Cheer up, you crazy Cajun motherfucker. We’ve got the girl and we’re on the way in five.”

    * * *
    C hristina recognized some of the SEALs. She’d met them at Matt’s or at Buddy’s Bar. They looked different like this. Meaner. So big and broad—and armed to the teeth. Not the kind of guys you’d want to fuck around with, that’s for sure.
    They went outside and started to climb into two light brown vans that sat in the circular driveway of the hotel—she didn’t know if they were armored, but she hoped so. They didn’t look military grade, but she suspected that was done on purpose. Once inside, she knew why no one could bring a suitcase. If they had, there’d be no room left inside for people. She had her briefcase and her purse, which was all she needed. Her computer was small and fit in the briefcase.
    The van wasn’t dinky, but it wasn’t huge either. The inside was stripped down, with steel floors and bench seats along the sides. At least there were seat belts. There was also equipment stowed at the rear, which severely cut down on the amount of room available. Ammo, she imagined, looking at the boxes.
    And didn’t that thought just make her shiver? She hoped they wouldn’t need to break out the ammo.
    Once they were all inside—four SEALs, Christina and Paul, and a pretty woman with big boobs—Remy sank onto the seat beside Christina instead of across from her. His side pressed against hers from shoulder to knee.
    Christina shrank from the contact, not because it was horrible but because of the things it did to her insides. Yes he was armored, and yes he smelled like sweat and sand combined, but it didn’t seem to matter. Her body was on red alert.
    “Let’s roll,” he said, and the SEAL behind the wheel pressed the gas. She’d seen him playing pool with Remy. Cody? Cowboy? Something like that. The other one in the passenger seat was the one with the Russian name. And sitting across from them, beside the redhead with boobs, was Cash McQuaid. Hard to forget a name like that.
    Or a face. Cash grinned at her and then winked. “Having fun yet, little sister?”
    “Loads, thanks. So did Matt send you guys to get us?”
    “Not Richie,” Remy interjected. “Seems as if a State Department evac notice didn’t get your attention. You five—six,” he added after a glance at Paul, “just thought you’d hang out by the pool and sip margaritas all day.”
    “I had a flight out tomorrow,” Christina said, wanting to wipe the superior smirk from his face.
    “Yeah, well that’s not happening, is it? You shouldn’t have come in the first place. Think I might have mentioned that a few months ago. And I’ll damn sure bet your brother mentioned it.”
    Cash’s gaze moved between them with interest. They hadn’t been a thing long enough for any of the guys to know about it, but it must seem as if they knew a little too much about each other right this moment. Though, on the other hand, she might have said a little too much during a girls’ night out once. If Ivy had told her husband, would Viking tell the others? Surely not.
    “I have a bodyguard.”
    Remy snorted. “No offense, cher , but I’m thinking Paul here is ill-equipped to deal with insurgents.”
    “I’ve had training,” Paul said. “I’m licensed.”
    “Sorry, buddy, but downtown Baq in a few hours isn’t quite the same as nailing a weapons test in a controlled environment.”
    “Think what you want, asshole, but I could nail your ass in one shot.”
    “Can’t shoot what you can’t see, Paul. And trust me, if I was hunting you, you wouldn’t