Page 22 of Tempted by a SEAL

She had read it. Had a backup copy.

Even if she handed off everything tonight—they’d still want her.

This wouldn’t end until they’d found her.

“I contacted my CO. As soon as you fill me in on whatever papers you have in your hot little hands, we can help you. Take them through the proper military channels. Turn them over to the Brits—guessing MI6 if you’re somehow mixed up with this terrorist group.”

“You think?” she commented dryly. “Too bad the police officer I spoke with earlier couldn’t have cared less.”

“Let’s go,” he said, a large hand closing over her shoulder. “Stay behind me,” he added, pausing at the door. “Normally I’d say, ‘ladies first,’ but with these assholes after you? Not a chance in hell.”

“Such a gentleman,” she murmured.

His hand rested at his waist as he peered through the peephole of the door, and she realized his gun was there. No telling where he’d hidden his knife.

Hunter probably was used to charging into situations guns blazing. She’d seen SEALs in movies—all decked out in their military gear. No fear as they stormed into the unknown. Is that was this guy did every day?

It was a far cry from her life.

His blue eyes blazed as he glanced back at her. “Far from it.”

“Excuse me?” she asked, bewildered.

“I’m far from being a gentleman. But I’ll protect you—and that’s all that matters right now.”

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