Page 27 of Tempted by a SEAL

“You’re tired.”

“Yeah. It’s been a long few days—a long week. I want to hand over the information to whoever needs to see it—extricate myself from this entirely.”

“I’m not sure that’s possible,” he said, frowning. “Get some sleep. I’ll find somewhere to go for the night.”

“But what are you going to do? Your flight leaves in the morning.”

“I’ll catch a different flight. As soon as we find a safe place to stay, I’ll contact my CO. Let him know the change of plans.”

She yawned, and he narrowed his gaze. “Sleep, Emma. You’re safe with me.”

“You don’t even know where you’re going,” she protested. “I’m the local here. I should probably be the one driving. Have you ever even driven on the right side of the road before?”

“Not a chance in hell are you driving—you’ll fall asleep at the wheel. And what do you think I’m doing right now? Driving on the damn wrong side of the road. Besides, that’s what GPS and road signs are for. I’m pretty sure I’m capable of finding a place to stay for the night.”

“Typical man who thinks he knows everything,” she murmured, closing her eyes.

Hunter quirked a brow. “What makes you think I’m typical?”

“Touché,” she said softly.

A moment later, she was fast asleep. Her chest gently rose and fell, her lips parted slightly, and Hunter felt a tug in his chest he didn’t want to examine too closely. He muttered a curse. Usually if he spent this much time with a woman it was in bed. Or they were at least naked, he thought with a smirk. Bed, sofa, kitchen table—he wasn’t picky. Usually he was trying to undress a woman, not offer her dry clothes.

Hunter grabbed his phone from the center console, pushing the button for speaker as he called Mason.

“The hotel is goddamn mob-scene,” Mason said as he answered. “What the hell happened?”

“They tracked us to my hotel room,” Hunter said, eyeing Emma. She remained sound asleep, and he relaxed slightly. Hell. Since when did he concern himself with not waking a sleeping woman?

Since he’d run into her.

Since he’d discovered that goddamn terrorists were after her.

Her head was resting against the window, her long red hair tumbling down over her shoulders as she quietly slept. His tee-shirt was massive on her, drowning her feminine figure, but there was something damn appealing about seeing her in his clothes. He’d just met the women a few hours ago. There was no reason he should feel possessive toward her—but there it was.

He’d protected her. Made sure she felt safe.

His chest filled with masculine pride—the only better feeling might be if she was beneath him. In his arms and in his bed. Her thighs parting to welcome his now aching cock.

But a night like that wasn’t happening.

Where the hell they were going he didn’t have clue. But all that mattered was keeping her safe.

“Left a few bullet holes in the place,” Mason said. “I couldn’t even get down the hall to my room.”

“Where are you?”

“Down in the lobby. The place is crawling with police. Never mind that I just left the station—now they have a shit ton of other questions. Gonna have to call the CO again.”

“We shouldn’t have been involved in the first place.”

“Nope. Too late for that now though. You know what they say—better to beg for forgiveness than to ask permission.”

Hunter guffawed. “Who the hell says that?”

“People. People do. So where are you anyway? I assume since you’re calling you’re not still being chased.”

“Not at the moment,” Hunter grunted, eyeing the rearview mirror. “Emma’s got some info we need to pass on though. We’ll find somewhere safe to stay for the night and I’ll send the documents she discovered.”

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