Page 89 of Dangerous Devotion

“Let’s go.” His buddy’s jaw flexed on the words he bit off. Then he, Henner and Mason took off at a dead run for the parking lot.

They reached the car and jumped in with Henner at the wheel. When they approached the gates, they all held their breath.

Henner had come in with May…and was going out with two men dressed like the men on base.

At the gate, the guard gave them a wave as they passed through. Henner’s breath pushed out in a slow, sickening trickle.

From the passenger seat, Cobra emitted a grunt. “I wouldn’t have let us go so easy.”

“We’re jaded as fuck. Compared to us, these are all innocent kids.” He hit the road and took off toward the facility with Cobra offering him directions.

In the back seat, Mason let out a cuss. “Goddammit!”

He stiffened. “What happened?”

“Charlie’s scrambling now. On their way back to New Mexico. We’re flying solo, guys.”

“No backup,” Cobra added.

“It’s fine. I got this.” Henner gripped the wheel until his knuckles burned under the strain. Time was bleeding away while May was out there somewhere, alone. Afraid.

In minutes, the storage facility loomed ahead, a series of simple rectangular structures painted battleship gray. Rows of doors were numbered.

He prayed none of them marked May’s tomb.

“Which one is it, Cobra?” He drove up to the first building.

He shook his head. “Not this unit. I can’t tell which one it is yet. Drive around. I’ll tell you when we get close.

“We also need to find out where that bomb’s at,” Cobra said.

“Pretty sure it’s on its way to New Mexico.” Mason’s statement vibrated with tense silence.

“You’re probably dead right.” Henner continued to circle, his mind only partly on the topic and what their team faced without three of their members. “Makes sense that they caught wind of where that bomb’s heading.”

Cobra snorted. “Not surprising that we’d be the last ones to know. Hell, the guys in the air probably don’t even know what they’ll be doing once they touch down.”

He turned down another row between two long buildings. Nobody spoke. Cobra didn’t tell Henner to stop, so he drove on.

When they reached a third aisle, then a fourth, he slammed the heel of his hand off the wheel. “How goddamn big is this place?”

“The circle stays the same.”

“Damn stubborn woman! I should have planted a tracker on her whether she fought me or not! I was lucky to get hold of her phone while she was in the shower and hack it.”

“We’re getting your woman back, Chickie.”

He didn’t even argue with Cobra by denying that May was his. There was no point in lying, because his teammate would see right through it. After the things he’d seen—nearly the entire Echo team wiped out to the point where they disbanded the remaining members—Cobra didn’t miss much. He might be a man of few words, but he missed nothing, especially when it came to emotions, which was pretty odd for a SEAL.

Many of them were machines. Hell, Henner was one too. Or so he thought before May walked into his life, an irritating know-it-all expert who drove him crazy.

Now the woman drove him crazy for other reasons. And he couldn’t let go of the beautiful connection he’d just formed with her.

He couldn’t lose her.

“We’re close. I think it might be right there.” He pointed. “Unit three hundred seventeen.” Cobra’s voice sounded rough and grating…and like a beacon of hope.

As he held up his phone and showed him the tracker, a chill settled in Henner’s bones.

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