Page 3 of Tempted by a SEAL

She shook her head no again and bent to pick up her backpack from the ground, uneasiness suddenly prickling across her skin. Her heart raced as the boy’s gaze shifted to something behind her, a confused look on his face.

Swallowing nervously, Emma drew in a breath and turned to find two of the men who’d been arguing loudly standing before her.

Eyeing her with interest.

Startled, she took a step backward as icy cold fear raced down her spine.

Had they been following her around the bazaar?

One reached out toward her, and she couldn’t follow the quickly flowing words coming from his mouth. His hand brushed against the backpack she was clutching.

She turned, knocking over the table of vases, listening to the shouts of the men and family behind her.

She ran.

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