Page 32 of Tempted by a SEAL

If she’d left some of her clothes in here, that meant she was asleep in his tee-shirt. Naked.

He’d take a quick shower himself before he crashed for the night.

Tried to ignore the beautiful woman sleeping mere feet away.

Grumbling at the flimsy shower curtain he had to pull all the way around the old-fashioned tub, he grabbed the handheld sprayer and lifted it above his head. The entire set-up wasn’t exactly suited to a man who was 6’2,” but at least it was a shower.

He toweled off, heading back into the room wearing only his boxer briefs. No sense in freaking Emma out if she awoke to find him sleeping buck naked. Nothing like a little morning wood to scare off a woman who barely knew him.

He pulled his cell phone from the pocket of his discarded cargo pants, seeing the latest message from his CO.

Change of plans. You leave in 48 hours. Flight’s on Wed at 2300.

Damn it. What the hell was he supposed to do for two days with Emma?

He quickly thumbed a response.

You get the intel I sent?

His CO’s reply came immediately.

Affirmative. Already shared it with the Brits and the Pentagon. Lie low for a few days until some of these guys are rounded up.

Hunter clenched his fist, grabbing his adapter and charger from his backpack. Lie low? He was a goddamn Navy SEAL. He was used to being in the center of the action, deploying on ops, focusing on his training. He certainly wasn’t used to hiding out with a woman for a couple of days while he let others handle the situation.

He crossed the room, irritated, and grabbed his pillow and blanket, tossing them onto the floor. His blood boiled as he stared up at the ceiling, his thoughts on everything that had happened. The idea that someone else was going to move in and handle this.

Men like him didn’t sit around doing nothing. The next forty-eight hours were going to be brutal.

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