Page 38 of Being Bold
“That’s my girl,” he murmured, surprising himself. She wasn’thisanything. Clearing his throat, he pushed her away. “There’s a blanket in the back.” He opened the door and stepped into the frigid night before he did something stupid like kiss her again. The shock of the cold air was a slap to the face. One he deserved.
Grumbling under his breath, he snagged the blanket from the lockbox in the bed of his truck. Opening the door, he tossed it at Selene, then climbed into the driver’s seat. “You can come up here for the vents if you want.”
Without a word, she climbed into the passenger seat, holding the blanket tight around her shoulders. “Thank you.”
That phrase was a knife cut, tearing through his skin with a hiss of pain. He’d nearly gotten her killed. He deserved many things, but her gratitude wasn’t one of them. It made him growl, “You don’t have anything to thank me for.”
Her reply calmed the angry beast beating out a tempo in his blood. “I’m too tired to argue with you.”
Way to be an asshole, Bo.
He glanced over at her as he pulled out of the parking lot. She’d curled into a ball, leaning her head against the door. “Rest. I’ll wake you when we get to the cabin.”
Turning away, he frowned at the snowy landscape that filled the windshield. They still had to ride back to the cabin on the sled. How would he manage that without any clothes for her to wear?
Chapter 11
Bo
Yumi threw the door to Bo’s cabin open, gasping at the blanket-covered lump in his arms. “What happened?”
So, the agent had gotten away without running into any more suits.Andshe’d actually come back to the cabin. But the real question was, did she have the chip?
Bo shook his head. He’d worry about that after he took care of Selene. “She fell into the pond.”
And then rode half an hour on the sled with only a blanket for protection against the wind.
But he didn’t say that part out loud. Yumi could come to her own conclusions. He’d driven the whole way with Selene in his lap after tying the blanket around both of their bodies, but it had still been damned cold.
“Blankets,” he barked at the gaping woman. “Loft,” he added when she glanced around with a bewildered expression.
As she scrambled up the ladder, Bo laid Selene on the couch. Her eyes were clenched shut above her chattering teeth. Wishing he could do more, he rubbed her shoulders over the blanket. “I’m going to crank up the fire for you.”
Yumi returned, tossing a shirt at his head before dragging his bedding across the room to smother Selene in its downy comfort.
“Thanks,” he added as an afterthought.
“Figured you might want it,” she said with a smirk. “Your nipples could poke an eye out.”
Ignoring her attempt at humor, he checked the cut on his rib cage. The bandage was dry, but he should douse it in isopropyl alcohol again in case any pond water made it into the wound.
Sighing at that inevitable ass-pain, he tugged on the black henley. Then he knelt in front of the fireplace. It had burned down to a few glowing embers, so he tossed more logs on as he told Yumi, “One of those fuckers got away. Assuming they work for Dao, he’s going to know Selene’s still alive and that she has help.”
“Good.”
His frustration level had already pegged the meter. Her response didn’t help. “Good? Why the fuck is that good?” he practically snarled at her.
“Because, G.I. Joe—”
“I was a SEAL,” Bo snapped, cutting her off.
“Well, excuse me.” Yumi rolled her eyes and tucked the blankets around Selene. “What I was trying to explain is it gives us an in.”
Not following, he raised a brow, waiting for her to elaborate.
“Dao has a security issue, which means he’ll need to hire a security team.”
“TOP,” he interjected when her meaning became clear.
