Page 45 of Seduced by a SEAL

Hunter cleared his throat. “It’s tough to say. She burst into tears as soon as Emma gave her some clothes. Maybe she’s overtired and overwhelmed from it all. I’m just saying—she’ll probably be more comfortable around you than Emma and myself.”

Colton felt his chest tighten. Damn it. Should he go to her? He was trying to give her space. She’d been mad as hell on the flight back to the States. The last thing she needed was another man pushing his way into her life—not that he hadn’t already done exactly that down in Miami.

“Call me if I should come over,” Colton instructed. “I’d like to give her a little space, but hell. If she’s upset and needs someone, you know I’ll be on my way.”

“Roger that,” Hunter said.

The two men said their goodbyes, and Colton slammed his locker door shut before stalking off to lift. If she needed him, he could be there in minutes. There was no sense in upsetting her more than she already was though by showing up unannounced on her doorstep.

Making more of a mess of the situation

It was amazing how something so simple could be so fucking complicated at the same time.

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Camila glanced around the spare bedroom, taking in the bags of clothes Emma had purchased for her. They were piled atop the floral bedspread, but aside from a dresser and nightstand, the room was relatively bare.

“I hope you’ll be able to use some of this,” Emma said in her British accent, brushing a strand of red hair back behind her ear. With her pale skin and green eyes, she was as opposite in looks from Camila as one could be. She moved around the room with practiced efficiency, sorting what she’d bought and carrying another bag into the bathroom.

“Toiletries are in there,” Emma said, pointing to the counter. “There are spare towels for you to use as well if you’d like a nice long bath.” Camila watched her mouth in fascination as she pronounced the word. Camila had an accent as well of course when she spoke English. It was amazing how the same language could sound so very different depending on who was talking.

“Thank you,” Camila said, suddenly feeling overwhelmed.

She had literally nothing to her name at the moment. No clothes. No money she could access. No home.

“I’m used to traveling light for archeological digs,” Emma said. “I don’t do as much of that anymore of course. Hunter said you’re used to a quite different lifestyle. As soon as everything is sorted, I’m sure you’d like to purchase your own things. This is just to tide you over.”

“I don’t have anything right now, so this is perfect,” Camila assured her. “I need something to wear, no?”

“That’s absolutely right,” Emma said. “So, let me know if you need anything else. We can pick up some foods you like at the market—grocery store,” she amended. “But if you’d like a nice cup of tea now or biscuits, let me know.”

“Biscuits?” Camila asked in confusion.

“Cookies,” Hunter said from the door with a chuckle. He took a step into the room, taking a swig of the beer he was holding. For some reason it reminded her of Colton, and tears smarted her eyes. She was intruding on Hunter and Emma’s life—a stranger with nothing to her name at the moment. It seemed that they’d just gotten this house together. And now she was barging in because she had nowhere to go.

“Everything all right?” Hunter asked.

“I think she just needs a moment,” Emma assured him, walking over and taking his hand. Hunter towered above her petite frame, and Camila watched as they walked away. Hunter pulled out his phone to text someone, and Camila’s gaze fell on the phone sitting on the nightstand.

Colton was just a phone call away if she needed him. Not that she needed a man in her life, but despite her anger toward Colton, she still felt like he’d protect her if she needed him. He’d protect her life, she thought as she considered it. He didn’t seem to have any reservations about trampling right over her heart though.

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