Page 42 of Dangerous Devotion

Pushing air through his nostrils, he weighed his options. One: confess. Two: pretend like he didn’t hear the question.

“Shit, you did.”

He raked his fingers through his hair. “Are you going to lecture me?”

“I’m in no position to lecture. Remember Turkey?”

“It wasn’t that long ago. Of course I do.” He remembered vividly how Con had boarded that jet with Sophie as a hard, unyielding leader and returned as a love-smitten man who’d bend over backward for the woman who’d won his heart.

But that wasn’t where Henner’s brief interlude with May was going.

He mumbled something that came out unintelligible because there wasn’t anything to say. Besides, he didn’t kiss and tell. He was a fucking Navy SEAL—he had so many secrets to keep inside that he didn’t even have the key to unlock the vault anymore.

“Where’s May? I need to speak to both of you. What I have to say involves her.”

Henner darted a look at the closed bathroom door. “She’s about to step into the shower. Give me a minute.”

He muted the phone and crossed the hotel room to knock on the bathroom door.

She called out a flirty, “Yes?”

Good thing Con couldn’t hear the come-get-me way she said that.

“Con’s on the line. He needs to speak with both of us.”

The door whipped open, and May filled the doorway, her expression all business though she was wrapped in a towel.

He unmuted the line. “Con? We’re listening.”

“Hi, May. I have a way to get you on base. Training exercises from an explosives expert.”

Henner’s head snapped in her direction. Her expression didn’t give anything away. Gone were the soft looks she’d given him just moments ago.

“That’s perfect,” she said.

He shook his head. “That gets May onto base. What about me? I can’t just walk in there as a dead man. And no way are you going alone.”

She sighed. “I know the man who runs the place, AJ. I’ll be fine.”

His brows shot up. “And you’re just now telling me this?”

She shrugged. “You already know him.”

His eyes bugged. “Who the hell is he?”

She shrugged her narrow shoulders. “Major General Shaw Simpson.”

If he weren’t a fucking SEAL, he’d find the nearest chair and sit down. “You’re joking. Simpson is at Fort Leonard Wood?”

She blinked at him. “I thought you knew.”

“Why the hell would I know what base he’s in charge of? Some of those places change command like the leaders change the women they bed.”

Her eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly, but he was watching her closely so he noted the change.

“You didn’t think it was important to tell me until now?” he pressed her.

“Honestly, I don’t see the problem, AJ. Don’t you see that this makes it easier for me to get on base? He already knows my family and what I do. I have the credentials to do the training.”

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