Page 30 of Tempted by a SEAL

“Momentarily. We’ll get a ride back. Hell, Mason can come pick us up if need be, but he’s supposed to be flying out in the morning. And I don’t want anyone following him here to us. That kind of defeats the purpose of leaving the city.”

“What about your flight?”

“I’m changing it. And taking you with me.”

“How lovely. Do you usually go around stealing cars back in the States?”

“No, this is my first grand larceny,” he quipped.

She looked at him in disbelief as he winked at her. Produced a key from the pocket of his pants as they made their way to the room. Hunter slid the key into the lock and pushed open the door, and she wanted to cringe at the sight—wrought-iron bed, handmade quilts, framed needlepoint on the walls. It was about as old-fashioned and unromantic as one could imagine. Not that she and Hunter were here on some sort of romantic getaway—far from it. But why anyone would think that stealing their lover away to a bed and breakfast for a romantic weekend was a wonderful notion, she hadn’t a clue.

“Looks like it could’ve been decorated by my grandma,” Hunter muttered, setting both backpacks on the bed.

“It’s a far cry from my flat in London. Of course, my flat was apparently torn apart, so this will have to do.”

She dug through her backpack, pulling out her mobile. Her heart dropped as she saw a text from her neighbor.

The police are back. Some strange guy was here looking for you.

“Bloody hell,” she said.

Hunter’s blue gaze shifted to her. “What’s wrong?”

“Someone was looking for me at my flat earlier.”

“What time?”

“The text from my neighbor says 2100. What’s so funny?” she asked as she saw Hunter’s lips quirk.

“Nothing—I just always forget that Brits use military time. Civilians never understand me back home.”

“How lovely. I guess you missed the part that some strange man was looking for me back at my flat. That’s twice in one day that I know of.”

“Nope, didn’t miss that at all, princess,” he said, walking over and taking her phone. “Has this thing been on?”

“No, actually I turned it off earlier. What are you doing?”

He pulled the back of her phone cover off and popped out the SIM card, then dropped it to the ground and smashed it with his foot.

“Hey!” she exclaimed, irritation rising through her.

“If they could find your home, they can track you on your phone. Do you have any other electronic devices?”

“My laptop is in my backpack—I thought I already mentioned that.”

“Don’t turn it on either. We’ll use mine to send the documents.”

Hunter sank onto the bed, rummaging around in his own backpack. He pulled a small laptop out and turned it on, entering in a string of numbers. “Let me see the thumb drive you have. We’ll upload the files right now.”

“I need your knife.”

He raised his eyebrows.

“I sewed it into the lining of my backpack—I don’t want to ruin the entire thing to get it back out. I’m just going to slice the seam.”

He pulled up a pants leg and pulled out an incredibly sharp knife. She took it from him in disbelief and carefully sliced open a few inches of the lining, retrieving the thumb drive. “This has what you need. I almost wish I’d never taken them in the first place.”

“Almost?” he asked, sticking the device into a port on his computer and rapidly firing off an email.

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