Free Trusting the SEAL (Saving the SEALs Series Book 3) by Leslie North

Ewaans. How may we serve you this evening?”
    “This is the Palm suite. We’d like one hummus platter, one side of tabbouleh, one order of jumbo prawn kebobs, one side of grilled halloumi, and four bottles of pale ale.”
    “Very good, sir. May I interest you in any of our delicious Baklava or Knafeh for dessert?”
    Spencer gazed over at Toni, who now had stretched out on her end of the divan, looking like some kind of frigging centerfold come to life, and he swallowed hard. The guy could’ve offered him dung on a stick at that point and he would’ve readily agreed. “Fine. One of each.”
    “Very good, sir. We’ll have your order delivered to you momentarily.”
    He fumbled to replace the receiver without taking his eyes off Toni. “Food’s on the way.”
    “Thanks.” She clutched a large throw pillow to her middle, blessedly blocking his view of her. Torn and twisted, he sat back and scrubbed a hand over his face, his stubble scratching his palm. Damn. Here she’d gone and taken a bath and he’d barely changed out of his suit. Of course, he’d been busy scouring the suite for bugs and taking mental inventory of all the exits and possible sniper hideouts just in case. Wouldn’t do to accompany his target halfway around the world only to have her taken hostage. His glance slid to her phone laying on the cushion beside her. If he reached out ever so slightly, he could slip it away from her and check her texts, make sure for himself she wasn’t talking to her father on a regular basis.
    As if reading his thoughts, she grabbed the cell and set it on an end table beside her, out of his reach.
    Exhaling loudly, Spencer pushed to his feet and walked over to a nearby set of French doors that opened out onto a small balcony. The sun was setting now over the rooftops of Jubail and the whole thing looked like some kind of fevered dream—hues of purple and deep orange staining the horizon. Maybe the fresh air would do him good, help clear his mind for the mission ahead.
    During the team’s stopover in Paris, he and Kyle discussed adding extra security for Toni on the trip, but considering there were only four of them now and they were stretched thin as it was, Kyle had thought it best to continue with only Spencer for the time being, though the team would remain only a text or call away, if needed. Meanwhile, Kyle and the team would keep working to discover who was responsible for the shooting at Toni’s office a few days earlier.
    Now that he’d secured the entire suite, he pulled his phone out again, glad to see there was finally a response, short and not quite sweet as it was, from Kyle.
    At Best Western. Finally.
    Team Homicide Imminent.
    Have bail money on stand-by.
    Encryption cracked.
    Per Hayley, coded software is used for tracking purposes.
    More info later.
    Tracking, huh? The only reason he could think of for terrorists wanting to track anything was to organize attacks. Spencer leaned against the sturdy stone railing, peering down into the streets far below. Seventy-four floors up, there was a constant wind and a near constant, subtle sway of the glass and steel structure beneath his feet. Then again, maybe he was just still dazed from his beautiful suite-mate.
    “So,” Toni said, joining him. She rested her forearms on the railing beside him, her position inadvertently giving him a nice view right down her shirt. “What makes a man become a SEAL?”
    He looked away from the too tempting expanse of her creamy chest and turned his back on the dazzling skyline. “Can’t speak for everyone, but for me it was 9/11.”
    “Did you know someone in the attacks?”
    “Not personally, but I watched it all on the news when I was a kid. I’d always been pretty handy with a gun,” he shrugged. “Hunted with my dad since I was old enough to walk. So, when the attacks happened, I wanted to do my part to defend freedom. The minute I was old enough, I went straight down to my neighborhood Naval office and