cause some kind of international crisis by fornicating in the desert.”
He stretched, naked and completely relaxed. “Do I have to?”
“Unfortunately, yes.” She pulled on her bra and panties then shimmied back into her dress before turning to face him once more. He frowned down at his damp underwear wadded into a ball near his feet then tugged on his pants sans undies. The thought of him going commando beneath his crisp business attire made her blood sizzle with lust once more, but there wasn’t the time. They were back to being business associates and nothing more. There’d be no more fantasizing about what was under his pants, no matter how much she might want to.
The sound of a car engine grew nearer and she picked up his discarded boxer briefs and shoved them in their tote before sliding her feet into her sandals and starting back toward the entrance to the oasis. This had always been one of her favorite spots in Jubail and now, it would forever remain unforgettable because of him.
At the last moment, she rose up on tiptoes and pressed one final kiss to his cheek. “Thank you.”
“For what?” he asked, frowning down at her before slipping his aviator shades back into place.
“For today.”
“My pleasure.” From his cocky grin and raised brow. “Definitely.”
Chapter 7
T he minute they hit the outskirts of the city, Spencer’s phone blew up with texts from Kyle demanding to know where the hell he’d been and asking him to call ASAP. He sighed and slouched back in his seat, glancing over at Toni before hitting the redial button. The last few hours had been like a dream, a perfect fantasy, and he was reluctant to leave it all behind so soon. But when duty called, Spencer answered.
“Where the hell have you been?” Kyle said by way of greeting.
“Always nice talking to you too.” He crossed his arms and gazed out the window at the city skyline in the distance. Several police vehicles, lights and sirens going, zoomed past their limo and he frowned. “What’s going on?”
“Shit just hit the fan, that’s what’s going on.”
Spencer straightened and pointed toward Toni’s purse on the seat, then mouthed for her to check the news feeds on her phone. She pulled out her device and tapped it on, then gasped, holding the screen out for him to see too. The headline made his stomach lurch.
Terrorist attack on Jubailian elementary school—24 Dead, Countless injured
“Fuck.” He scrubbed a hand through his hair. One day. Seems he couldn’t take one goddamned day for himself without the whole world going to hell. “The training village?”
“Yep. Based on the codes Hayley found embedded in Natalie’s book, SHEEPSKIN was specifically targeting Miles Arrieta.”
Every muscle in Spencer’s body clenched at the name. He should’ve taken that asshole out when he’d had the chance back in Afghanistan, but human decency had gotten the better of him. The guy had been half dead already from starvation and torture and Spencer just couldn’t bring himself to put a bullet in the bastard’s head too. He wouldn’t make the same mistake again. Forcing words past his constricted vocal cords, he growled, “Where is he?”
“Gage and Scotty have been going over the NSA intel for the past few hours, checking for Arrieta’s last known whereabouts. They’re still trying to pinpoint his exact coordinates. After the attack though, I’d imagine he’d stay pretty close. Initial estimates say the death toll at his training camp was in the double digits. That’s got to set him back, fighter-wise. Now you answer my question.”
“What question?”
“Don’t give me that insubordinate attitude, Lieutenant Nixon, or I swear to God I will have you working desk duty out of a closet in some DC backwater so fast your fucking head will spin.” Kyle paused to let the threat in. The team was like family and Kyle always followed through on his promises. “This mission is too important to compromise. Now
He stretched, naked and completely relaxed. “Do I have to?”
“Unfortunately, yes.” She pulled on her bra and panties then shimmied back into her dress before turning to face him once more. He frowned down at his damp underwear wadded into a ball near his feet then tugged on his pants sans undies. The thought of him going commando beneath his crisp business attire made her blood sizzle with lust once more, but there wasn’t the time. They were back to being business associates and nothing more. There’d be no more fantasizing about what was under his pants, no matter how much she might want to.
The sound of a car engine grew nearer and she picked up his discarded boxer briefs and shoved them in their tote before sliding her feet into her sandals and starting back toward the entrance to the oasis. This had always been one of her favorite spots in Jubail and now, it would forever remain unforgettable because of him.
At the last moment, she rose up on tiptoes and pressed one final kiss to his cheek. “Thank you.”
“For what?” he asked, frowning down at her before slipping his aviator shades back into place.
“For today.”
“My pleasure.” From his cocky grin and raised brow. “Definitely.”
Chapter 7
T he minute they hit the outskirts of the city, Spencer’s phone blew up with texts from Kyle demanding to know where the hell he’d been and asking him to call ASAP. He sighed and slouched back in his seat, glancing over at Toni before hitting the redial button. The last few hours had been like a dream, a perfect fantasy, and he was reluctant to leave it all behind so soon. But when duty called, Spencer answered.
“Where the hell have you been?” Kyle said by way of greeting.
“Always nice talking to you too.” He crossed his arms and gazed out the window at the city skyline in the distance. Several police vehicles, lights and sirens going, zoomed past their limo and he frowned. “What’s going on?”
“Shit just hit the fan, that’s what’s going on.”
Spencer straightened and pointed toward Toni’s purse on the seat, then mouthed for her to check the news feeds on her phone. She pulled out her device and tapped it on, then gasped, holding the screen out for him to see too. The headline made his stomach lurch.
Terrorist attack on Jubailian elementary school—24 Dead, Countless injured
“Fuck.” He scrubbed a hand through his hair. One day. Seems he couldn’t take one goddamned day for himself without the whole world going to hell. “The training village?”
“Yep. Based on the codes Hayley found embedded in Natalie’s book, SHEEPSKIN was specifically targeting Miles Arrieta.”
Every muscle in Spencer’s body clenched at the name. He should’ve taken that asshole out when he’d had the chance back in Afghanistan, but human decency had gotten the better of him. The guy had been half dead already from starvation and torture and Spencer just couldn’t bring himself to put a bullet in the bastard’s head too. He wouldn’t make the same mistake again. Forcing words past his constricted vocal cords, he growled, “Where is he?”
“Gage and Scotty have been going over the NSA intel for the past few hours, checking for Arrieta’s last known whereabouts. They’re still trying to pinpoint his exact coordinates. After the attack though, I’d imagine he’d stay pretty close. Initial estimates say the death toll at his training camp was in the double digits. That’s got to set him back, fighter-wise. Now you answer my question.”
“What question?”
“Don’t give me that insubordinate attitude, Lieutenant Nixon, or I swear to God I will have you working desk duty out of a closet in some DC backwater so fast your fucking head will spin.” Kyle paused to let the threat in. The team was like family and Kyle always followed through on his promises. “This mission is too important to compromise. Now
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