Free Hot SEALs: Through Her Eyes by Delilah Devlin Page A

Guzman’s influence to scare people away, he was a hunted man and Alana knew his habits too well.
    The Policia were still taking pictures of the crime scene and giving them all glares. The long, bloody streak mark on the carpet was evidence that they’d moved someone.
    By now, Calvin, with Deke’s assistance, was aboard the small plane they’d chartered, heading to Brownsville where they’d turn Gustav Pérez, who’d been among the gunmen, into the authorities to stand trial. Best part was, Charter group wouldn’t claim any of the reward money despite their agents’ involvement. One of their suits was already on the scene, smoothing ruffled feathers with stacks of American money.
    “Why would Charter do that?” Piper said, rubbing her arms against a sudden chill. She’d changed out of Wolf’s underwear, and now wore jeans and a long-sleeved tee, but she was still slightly chilled by the sea breeze wafting through the gaping windows. The adrenaline was wearing off. “This has to be costing them an arm and a leg.”
    “The price is worth it to them if they get me,” Wolf said with a shrug.
    “And will they?” she asked, raising her gaze to lock with his.
    He nodded. “I like the way they handled this. Quietly. No questions past the initial phone call Jax made. No bullshit.”
    “You’ll have to thank them for sending Deke along with Calvin.” She narrowed her eyes. “I could have gone with him.”
    “That wouldn’t have worked well for me.” He smoothed a hand down her arm. “And they’re eager to please me.”
    “Must have something special planned.”
    He shrugged. “Won’t be in Mexico.”
    Piper felt a painful knot lodge inside her chest. He’d be going somewhere dangerous. Somewhere in the world, a location she’d never learn. And she’d have no clue whether he lived or died. Did he have people who would mourn him?
    Jax wandered off to talk to the suit from Charter. Suri sat on a couch with fluff hanging out of bullet holes, not looking particularly concerned or frightened. Which made Piper wonder how that could be so.
    “Suri and Jax are going back with Reynard,” Wolf said, pointing his chin toward the suit.
    “You staying?” Who would want to after all this drama?
    “Depends,” he said softly.
    The way he said that single word, then the way his hand gently closed around hers to pull her closer, had that knot inside her chest loosening and melting away. “On what?” she whispered past the lump in her throat.
    “Whether you’ll keep me company. I know your work here is done.”
    “Yeah, it is.” She lowered her gaze to his chest, half afraid to read his expression. Would it be one of his shuttered masks, or his sexy look—that hard, intense expression that managed to set her heart aflutter?
    He tipped up her chin then gently pinched it to keep hold of her gaze. “Stay with me.”
    “So you can finish your To Do list?” Not that she had any qualms about his sexual experiments, but she really, really hoped he wanted more. If he wasn’t feeling anything stronger than lust, then maybe she needed to walk now. For her own sake. Although, she thought it might already be too late.
    Wolf stared down at her, unblinking.
    Not knowing was killing her. If she said anything, would she sound clingy? She couldn’t help the reaction, and her eyes began to tear up. Her mouth trembled. “I better go.”
    “No.”
    His voice sounded as rough as sandpaper. “Just no?”
    He closed his eyes, and his shoulders dropped an inch. “I’m not good with words.”
    “You do just fine when we’re fucking.”
    His mouth pulled into a grimace, and he rolled his eyes. “Can you keep your voice down?”
    She hadn’t realized she’d said it so loudly until she looked around. Suri bit her lip—no doubt to keep from laughing. Jax was grinning. She frowned at them both, then deepened her scowl when she glanced back up at Wolf.
    Now, he was smiling. One of his one-sided smirks.
    “I don’t want you