Free Navy SEAL to Die For by Elle James Page B

after we meet with Royce.”
    “We?” She cocked her brows. “You have a job with the navy. You’re not a part of this case.”
    “I became a part of it when you joined us in Cancun. And I made a promise.”
    Becca rolled her eyes. “Seriously. I doubt Royce wanted you to be attached at the hip to me until this case is solved. Besides, you have a job here in Mississippi. And unless my knowledge of geography is off, Mississippi is a long way from Virginia.”
    “I’m on vacation.”
    “And you have three days until you have to report to duty.” Again, she shook her head. “Three days only gets you to Virginia, you still have to get back. Never mind solving a case.”
    “My commander would let me have the additional time necessary.”
    Becca reached out a hand and touched his arm. “Thank you for offering, but I don’t need your assistance. I’m a trained agent. I can handle this.”
    “Helps to have more than one set of eyes.” He glanced at her. “Who’ll cover your six when I’m not around?”
    “Have you considered that I might work better alone?” She stared across the console at him. “That’s what I do.”
    “Well, as long as I’m on vacation, I don’t see any harm in tagging along with you.” He meant it, and he wasn’t going to let her off that easy.
    She faced the front windshield. “Look, just because we slept together doesn’t mean either one of us owes the other anything.”
    Quentin’s lips tugged upward. “Oh, I don’t know...” He gave her one of his killer smiles. “I think you owe me a steak dinner. I’m told I’m pretty amazing in bed.”
    Becca laughed out loud. “I’ll buy you that steak dinner, but not because I owe you one.”
    He nodded. “It’s because I’m amazing.”
    She snorted. “Any of your conquests ever tell you that you’re full of yourself?”
    He tilted his head, pretending to think about his answer, then said, “No. Not one of them.”
    “Let me be the first.”
    “Ah, I love firsts. I’ll be glad when we have our first official date.”
    “What was last night?”
    “Amazing,” he grinned. “But not a date.”
    “You don’t ever give up.” She pointed at the street he passed. “Based on your GPS, you should have turned right back there.”
    “I know.” The smile slipped from his face. “I noticed a car following us at the last turn. I’d just as soon lose it than lead it to our rendezvous.”
    Becca swiveled in her seat. “Are you sure it’s following us?”
    “No. But better safe than sorry.” He turned left at the next intersection and pressed down on the accelerator. “Let’s test this theory.”
    He raced to the next street and turned left again. As he turned, he glanced over his shoulder. The car that had been tailing him was just turning onto the street he was leaving.
    At the next street, Quentin turned right and whipped around a deserted auto repair garage and pulled into the alley behind the dilapidated building, parking behind a stack of old pallets and tires. He could just see around the pile to the end of the alley that led to the street he’d left a few seconds before. The car drove past, moving slowly. From what Quentin could see, there were two people in the front. One driving, the other seated in the passenger seat with the window rolled down.
    “Seems awfully hot and humid to ride with the window down, in what appears to be a perfectly good vehicle,” Becca commented.
    “My thoughts exactly.”
    When the vehicle passed, Quentin pulled around the stack of tires and pallets and eased to the end of the alley.
    “If you stop before the road, I can get out and check around the building.” Becca unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned forward, her hand on the door handle.
    Quentin stopped short of the end of the building. “Do it, but be careful.”
    Becca pushed the door open, leaped out and ran to the end of the alley. She peered around the corner, watched for a long moment and then ran back to the vehicle and