Protected by a SEAL: Hot SEALs (Volume 5)

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that era.
    “So, things are a little dated. It’s neat and it’s clean. Even the bathrooms and kitchen look immaculate.”
    So he hadn’t been just looking for bugs of the surveillance nature. Rick had evaluated the cleanliness of his prized rental as well. Probably so she wouldn’t complain.
    There was still plenty she could find to be unhappy with. The sofa cushions, in a putrid nubby avocado green fabric, looked like they’d been stuffed with lumpy potatoes. She could only imagine what the mattresses looked like.
    She looked up in time to see Rick shaking his head at her. “Get used to the place, princess. I’m going to the car to get our stuff.”
    “Fine.”
    Little did he know she would have offered to help, at least with her own suitcase. But he’d ordered her to stay put, so she was staying put. That would teach him a lesson to not be such a tyrant.
    While he struggled with whatever was hidden away in the car, Sierra decided to see for herself what horrors her accommodations held. She’d only gone a few steps toward the kitchen before a wall of windows faced her. Beyond the salt-frosted glass an endless vista of water stretched, blue and sparkling beneath the rays of the sun.
    “Not so bad now, huh?” Rick had somehow snuck up on her.
    She turned away from the view. “It is beach front. Just like you said.”
    He held a large cooler, which he set heavily onto the long wooden table that was in front of the window. Sierra wasn’t sure she was up for what he’d brought for them to eat. Probably beef jerky or some other manly treat.
    To her surprise, he pulled out a carton of eggs and one of milk, bacon, lettuce, deli packages of cold cuts and some really big steaks. He glanced up and caught her watching him. “There’s a couple of grocery bags still in the car with bread, mayo, mustard, salad dressing, potatoes, bottled water and some cans of soup.”
    “Okay.”
    He paused with the steak package in his hand. “You’re not a vegetarian, are you?”
    “No.” It was a good thing too, given the amount of meat he’d brought.
    “I figure we’re set for the next few days, at least.”
    “Sure. I mean, why would we ever want to leave?”
    “Sierra, why aren’t you taking this seriously?
    “Because I don’t believe this threat is as bad as you think it is.”
    He closed the refrigerator door and flipped the lid of the cooler shut. But he didn’t look happy his cold groceries were all stowed. Instead he shook his head. “I don’t believe you’re this complacent. How can you possibly be as unconcerned as you’re pretending? You’re lying. If not to me, than to yourself.”
    “I’m not lying. Yes, I’m horrified about the camera in my bathroom. The thought of it makes my skin crawl. But an over-the-top fan or some greedy paparazzi trying to sell pictures to the tabloids doesn’t mean my life is in danger.”
    “Sierra, someone either shot at you or they were aiming at me because I was getting between them and you. Either way, it’s not good.
    She screwed her face up at his theory. “How do you even know it was a bullet?  
    His eyes popped wide. “I felt the breeze from it flying by my head.”
    “Maybe it was a big bug or something.” She shrugged.
    Just when she thought he couldn’t look more shocked, his eyes popped wider. “It splintered the doorframe. I had the debris in my hair. Why can’t you get it?”
    His tone, his treating her like a liar or like she was stupid, had her anger rising.
    “Well, maybe if you didn’t keep me in the dark about everything, I would get it. I can’t use my phone. I can’t talk to Roger. I have no clue what kind of investigation is happening. You didn’t even want to tell me where we were going.”
    “Fine. If that’s your problem, that you don’t know what’s going on, I’ll tell you.   What do you want to know?” He folded his arms over his chest and leaned back against the kitchen table.
    “Everything.”
    He rolled his eyes. “All

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