Page 131 of Montana Manhunt

Violet laughed. “Same here.”

After the women went into the other room, Grant glanced at the room service menu again. “Want me to order dessert?”

“Yeah. Since Violet is craving comfort food, let’s go with ice cream sundaes all around.”

“Perfect.” Grant called in the order, then said, “Forty minutes for delivery. You should change clothes yourself. I doubt you want to take a watch shift in your suit.”

“Not my first choice, no.” He headed for the other bedroom. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

Grant saluted.

Noah took an extra two minutes to shower before dragging on fresh clothes. Military training definitely had some advantages. Quick showers was one of them.

Clad in the standard Fortress uniform of a black long-sleeved t-shirt, black cargo pants, and tactical boots, Noah returned to the sitting room. “Anything unusual?” he asked Grant, who had stationed himself by the French doors.

His teammate glanced at him, frowning. “Maybe. Might be nothing.”

“What is it?” Noah joined him at the balcony doors. He saw nothing different from the last time he’d surveyed the hotel grounds.

“A black SUV with darkened windows has circled the block three times in ten minutes. Like I said, it may be something or nothing more than someone looking for a parking space.”

“I’ve got this. Go change before our food arrives.”

“I won’t be long.”

Noah kept watch for several minutes until Violet and Rayne returned to the sitting room.

“Is something wrong?” Violet asked as she rested her hand on Noah’s back.

“Grant spotted a suspicious vehicle. I’ve been watching for it for the past few minutes.”

“Do you think they found us?”

He turned and wrapped his arms around her. “Not sure, but I don’t like anything out of the ordinary, especially now.” Noah brushed his lips over hers. “Try not to worry. We’ll keep our eyes open and take action if necessary.”

She sighed. “I didn’t notice a tail when we left Morrison.”

“Neither did I. Doesn’t mean we didn’t have one.” Noah made it a practice to always be truthful with himself, and he’d been distracted with worry about the woman he loved. It was possible he’d missed a tail. “If we missed a tail, we’ll deal with it.”

Minutes later, Grant answered a knock at the door. He and Noah brought in the loaded serving carts.

Violet smiled. “I don’t remember asking for ice cream sundaes.”

“That’s funny.” Grant winked at her. “Noah was sure you’d asked for a sundae. I suppose I can suffer for the cause and eat yours, too.”

“No way, buster. Now that I think about it, ice cream is the perfect after dinner chaser.”

“Well, I’ll be available if you need a hand with the dessert.”

Noah set the plates and soup bowls on the breakfast bar, along with the utensils. “We should eat while the sandwiches and soup are hot.”

Within minutes, the plates and bowls were empty, and Grant distributed the sundaes to his teammates. “Dig in. They’re melting.”

When the dessert dishes were empty, Noah said, “I’ve got the watch. Grant and Rayne, get some rest.”

“Wake me if you need me.” Grant walked Rayne to her room, pressed a light kiss to her mouth, then nudged her inside the room. After she closed the door, Grant gave a quick nod to Noah and Violet and went to the other bedroom.

“That was interesting,” Violet murmured.

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