Page 23 of Dangerous Devotion

“Later.”

“I still can’t believe how fast that crate got through customs.”

“Someone high up greased the wheels.” He stared at the back of that truck, thinking of the explosives inside, and how they’d hit the same potholes that he and May had on the way into the parking lot.

At that moment, she let out another small gasp. He looked up to see the driver was staring in their direction.

She snatched up her phone and ducked her head, pretending to be absorbed in the content on the screen. “Henner—”

“I see him. We’re parked pretty far away, though.”

“You don’t worry enough.”

“And you worry too much.”

“Good.”

“Fine.” He clenched his jaw on the word he bit off.

Their stares locked in yet another faceoff. By the end of this op, they would either both be dead or…

That desire he felt back in the hotel when they were changing stirred low in his groin.

Her eyes darted back to the baby bomb transporters.

“Moore is going inside!”

He twisted more slowly so it wasn’t apparent that they were watching the guys.

When he heard the click of the door opening, he whipped back to May. She slipped a leg out of the car.

He locked his hand around her arm before she could go. Warmth spread through his palm and up to his wrist. “Where are you going?”

“I need crappy junk food.”

He watched her walk away, purse slung over her shoulder, oozing nothing but confidence.

The woman might know her stuff when it came to explosives. But he just hoped she could handle what she was going up against with young military men.

Or hell…against seasoned ones like him who knew better.

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Stress clung to May like a miasma. Each step she took toward the entrance, she shoved her chaotic emotions down another notch. Using the excuse of buying junk food was the perfect reason to go inside the store.

When she stepped inside, her senses all shot directly to the young man dressed in cammies. The thump of his boots on the tile floor sounded loud in the near empty space.

Steeling her spine, she circled the store to the nearest aisle. Moore sauntered up to the coolers and perused the drink selection.

May realized she wasn’t in the food aisle at all. At an unhurried pace, she moved to another aisle with small bags of potato chips and candy bars.

She needed something to get this guy talking. Anything he could tell her would only make her and Henner’s job easier. What if their intel was wrong and the truck wasn’t going to the fort at all? If Henner’s hunch was right—and she believed it was—then they wouldn’t just drive up to the base and unload that bomb.

First, she sidled up next to the guy and surveyed the drink selection. She selected two bottles of water, shooting him a small smile as she did. Then he went one direction and she returned to the snack aisle.

Inspiration struck. She fished her phone out of her purse and dialed her partner.

“What the hell’s happening? Do I need to come in there?”

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