HOT SEAL Lover (HOT SEAL Team - Book 2) by Lynn Raye Harris Page B
Authors: Lynn Raye Harris
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“We’ll head for Akhira. It’s our best choice now. If we can get there, we’ll hitch a ride with one of the patrol boats. They can get us to a Navy ship, and we can helo these people out from there.”
With traffic at a standstill on the road to Merak, and with the chaos ensuing across Qu’rim, there really was no single best way to go. They were all risky. But Akhira was closest, and speed was of the essence. The rebels hadn’t cut off Akhira yet, though it was a possibility. Merak was safer, but the only bridge across the wadi was blocked. There wasn’t another crossing for a good fifty miles in either direction.
“Same groups as before?” Remy asked, suddenly unable to bear the thought of Christina in a different van. What if they had to split up? He wouldn’t know where she was or what was happening to her. He shouldn’t care, but he did. Damn her.
Hell, even now he wondered how she was faring after the explosion. She’d launched herself into his arms when someone screamed right before the bomb went off. And then she’d clung tightly to him as the convoy erupted.
He’d felt her fear, but he hadn’t been able to comfort her because he’d had to go to work.
Viking gave him a look. “I’m splitting the women up.”
“All right.” He wasn’t going to argue if Viking took Christina into his group. But he wouldn’t like it either.
“Christina Girard is with you,” Viking said. “I’ll take Penny. You get the bodyguard and Donovan Taylor. He’s a lawyer working for a foreign gun manufacturer, by the way. Three guesses what he’s here for.”
“Every war needs guns,” Remy said flatly, though he was relieved he still had Christina in his van.
“Yeah, no doubt.” Viking took a step back. “All right, let’s get rolling.”
* * *
S he was still wearing his shirt. Remy ducked into the van and found Christina huddled on a seat, her arms wrapped around herself. She looked up as he entered the interior, her gray eyes wild—but then she seemed to calm somewhat as their gazes clashed.
He didn’t know what that meant, but it kicked him hard in the chest. Did she trust him? Or was she scared for him and just relieved he’d returned? He didn’t know and he couldn’t ask.
She looked so out of place here. She was elegant and petite, a gorgeous butterfly that didn’t belong in the dust and squalor of this place. He wanted to go over and take her in his arms, but that wasn’t going to happen either. Not out here. Not in front of all these people. Maybe never again considering the fact she’d been the one to walk away six months ago.
He’d told her he was over her. And he was, goddammit. He’d never been hung up on her in the first place—yet he’d liked her. A lot. She had a way of turning his protective instincts on high. He wanted to fix things for her. Take care of her.
But she didn’t want that from him. She’d made that clear when she’d ignored him after their single night together. She’d gotten what she wanted, and then she’d bounced out of his life.
“Where are we going?” she asked as the van lurched into motion.
“Somewhere we can get all of you out of here,” he replied.
“And where is that?” Donovan Taylor demanded. “I think we have a right to know.”
“Actually, you don’t,” Remy said coolly. “You just need to hope we get where we’re going as quickly as possible.”
“What happened out there?” Christina asked. “Was anyone hurt?”
Remy exchanged a look with Money. The other man arched an eyebrow as if to say, What the fuck, go ahead.
“It’s a war zone. Yeah, people were hurt,” Remy replied.
“They need guns to defend themselves,” Taylor said.
“Because guns work really well against bombs, especially when you don’t know there’s one nearby,” Money drawled. Dude had a way of going straight for the throat that
“We’ll head for Akhira. It’s our best choice now. If we can get there, we’ll hitch a ride with one of the patrol boats. They can get us to a Navy ship, and we can helo these people out from there.”
With traffic at a standstill on the road to Merak, and with the chaos ensuing across Qu’rim, there really was no single best way to go. They were all risky. But Akhira was closest, and speed was of the essence. The rebels hadn’t cut off Akhira yet, though it was a possibility. Merak was safer, but the only bridge across the wadi was blocked. There wasn’t another crossing for a good fifty miles in either direction.
“Same groups as before?” Remy asked, suddenly unable to bear the thought of Christina in a different van. What if they had to split up? He wouldn’t know where she was or what was happening to her. He shouldn’t care, but he did. Damn her.
Hell, even now he wondered how she was faring after the explosion. She’d launched herself into his arms when someone screamed right before the bomb went off. And then she’d clung tightly to him as the convoy erupted.
He’d felt her fear, but he hadn’t been able to comfort her because he’d had to go to work.
Viking gave him a look. “I’m splitting the women up.”
“All right.” He wasn’t going to argue if Viking took Christina into his group. But he wouldn’t like it either.
“Christina Girard is with you,” Viking said. “I’ll take Penny. You get the bodyguard and Donovan Taylor. He’s a lawyer working for a foreign gun manufacturer, by the way. Three guesses what he’s here for.”
“Every war needs guns,” Remy said flatly, though he was relieved he still had Christina in his van.
“Yeah, no doubt.” Viking took a step back. “All right, let’s get rolling.”
* * *
S he was still wearing his shirt. Remy ducked into the van and found Christina huddled on a seat, her arms wrapped around herself. She looked up as he entered the interior, her gray eyes wild—but then she seemed to calm somewhat as their gazes clashed.
He didn’t know what that meant, but it kicked him hard in the chest. Did she trust him? Or was she scared for him and just relieved he’d returned? He didn’t know and he couldn’t ask.
She looked so out of place here. She was elegant and petite, a gorgeous butterfly that didn’t belong in the dust and squalor of this place. He wanted to go over and take her in his arms, but that wasn’t going to happen either. Not out here. Not in front of all these people. Maybe never again considering the fact she’d been the one to walk away six months ago.
He’d told her he was over her. And he was, goddammit. He’d never been hung up on her in the first place—yet he’d liked her. A lot. She had a way of turning his protective instincts on high. He wanted to fix things for her. Take care of her.
But she didn’t want that from him. She’d made that clear when she’d ignored him after their single night together. She’d gotten what she wanted, and then she’d bounced out of his life.
“Where are we going?” she asked as the van lurched into motion.
“Somewhere we can get all of you out of here,” he replied.
“And where is that?” Donovan Taylor demanded. “I think we have a right to know.”
“Actually, you don’t,” Remy said coolly. “You just need to hope we get where we’re going as quickly as possible.”
“What happened out there?” Christina asked. “Was anyone hurt?”
Remy exchanged a look with Money. The other man arched an eyebrow as if to say, What the fuck, go ahead.
“It’s a war zone. Yeah, people were hurt,” Remy replied.
“They need guns to defend themselves,” Taylor said.
“Because guns work really well against bombs, especially when you don’t know there’s one nearby,” Money drawled. Dude had a way of going straight for the throat that
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