Page 41 of Seduced by a SEAL

Find her.

There was no one left to be trusted, aside from her closest friends. Instantly, her mind flashed back to the café where she’d left Rosa behind. What had happened to her?

She closed her eyes, listening to the machines around her. There was too much to think about. Too many complications.

The very last thing she needed was another man telling her how she should live her own life.

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“So, you’re all set,” the nurse said the next afternoon. “You could stay here in the hospital another day if you needed, but Hunter sweet-talked us into letting you leave.”

“Just doing my job, ma’am,” Hunter insisted.

Camila watched in astonishment as the older woman blushed. Goodness.

“Let’s get you home then,” Hunter said, walking over to help her stand up. “Emma went out to pick up a few things—clothes, toiletries, and girly crap like that. I’m sure you’ll want to go shopping yourself, but as for now? You’ll be able to relax and recover without needing anything. And like I already said, you can stay with us for a few weeks and rest up. Get your bearings.”

“Thank you,” Camila said, smoothing out the sweatshirt and sweatpants she’d been given. It was a far cry from the designer clothes she was used to wearing, but at the moment, comfortable sounded just about right.

“We’re going to need to swing by base to get you processed properly,” Hunter said. “It’s not exactly the usual immigration process, but these are special circumstances. You’ll get your ID and papers. And then we’ll go over some options after you’ve had a chance to recover.”

“How long is my visa good for?” Camila asked.

“Ninety days. But that’s just until we can get you approved to stay in the U.S. if you want. You should be able to get a permanent visa—a green card, because of your situation. The government will be interested in finding out any knowledge you can share about your father or the Rodriguez Cartel. But going back to Colombia isn’t a safe option,” he said in a low voice.

“I understand,” she said, tears smarting her eyes.

Was she happy that she’d been rescued or sad that she’d never return? Her entire life had been flipped upside down in simply a matter of days. She barely knew which way was up at this point—not when she’d been shaken to her very core.

Her father was gone. Her belongings. Her life.

The bodyguards she’d trusted for years were her enemy. And Rosa?

“Hey,” she called out to Hunter as he led her out of the hospital room.

“Is something wrong?” he asked. His hands slid into his pockets as he turned back toward her. His tattoos showed beneath his short-sleeve tee shirt, but he otherwise looked nothing like the tattooed men who had taken her.

The men here seemed to be as good as the others were evil—save for Colton, who’d taken her to bed only to get what he wanted.

“I want to find out about a friend of mine back in Colombia. Is there a way to do it? She was with me in the café when I was kidnapped. I want to make sure she’s all right.”

A concerned look crossed his face. “Can I ask her name?”

“Rosa Martinez.”

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

“Sorry we can’t find out about her?”

Hunter took a step closer to her, his hand resting lightly on her forearm. She looked up at him in confusion, seeing the truth written across his face. “She didn’t make it,” he said quietly. “She was kidnapped as well—her body was recovered.”

“No,” Camila said, stepping back, trembling. “No, that can’t be right.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice gruff. He looked slightly uncomfortable but didn’t leave.

“How can this be happening? My father, my best friend…. It just doesn’t seem fair. Everything was fine just a couple of days ago. And now?” She shrugged helplessly. What words could even begin to describe her grief, the magnitude of her loss.

She’d come here with nothing. Lost everything. And the only friend she seemed to have at the moment was the leader of a Navy SEAL team. The very same one the man she hated more than anyone in the world was on.

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