Page 47 of Being Bold
Selene wondered who the fifth person was. Someone else on Bo’s team?
He grunted but didn’t turn around. He just kept flipping bacon. “Yeah, I know.”
She poured the eggs into a hot pan as Romeo said, “We could put Duke on it. He should be landing at Bozeman any minute.”
“Who’s Duke?” She directed her question to Bo, but it was Herc who answered.
“Our pilot.” He snorted. “And also, the cockiest bastard you’ll ever meet.”
“Can’t wait,” she muttered.
Stirring the eggs, she watched them turn into puffy yellow pillows. Was she going to have a whole team of bodyguards now? While that idea should’ve made her feel safe, it weighed her heart down with sadness.
She wanted more time with Bo—alone.
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Bo
Bo stood at the counter holding his plate. Despite the opportunity for real food, he had to force himself to eat. His appetite for chow was nonexistent compared to the need he had for Selene, which was a big fucking problem. He felt as juiced up as if he held onto an electric fence. He never should’ve let things go that far. Making her come . . . all he could think about was doing it again. In multiple ways.
He avoided glancing at her but was acutely aware of her sitting on the couch, eating at the coffee table. Romeo hadoffered her his seat in the kitchen, but she’d declined, retreating from all three of them.
Herc’s voice broke into his thoughts. The guy spoke between bites of breakfast. His calorie intake was equivalent to that of a pro-football player. Yet somehow, he was always hungry. “Victor’s working the brass, and he’s got the techies doing a full workup on this Dao guy. Once he sends the brief, we figure out our next move.”
A scowl twisted Bo’s face, and he clenched his fist around his fork.
“What’s with the look, frogman? I thought that news would’ve been welcome.” Herc stopped shoveling eggs into his mouth and studied Bo closer than he wanted.
Forcing himself to relax, he shrugged. “It is.” The sooner they got rid of Dao, the sooner Selene could go back to her life.
And be out of his.
It should’ve relieved him, but instead, the thought was like an uppercut to the face. Painful and jarring.
Herc lowered his voice, “Hey, does she have family?”
Bo blinked. He’d never asked. “I don’t know. Fuck.”
“Yeah.” Herc glanced in Selene’s direction, his face grim.
What they didn’t say, in case she could hear their conversation, hung clearly in the air. Dao could use her family to get to her. Bo should’ve thought of that.
“I’ll find out,” Romeo volunteered with a grin that made Bo want to strangle his fellow SEAL. He’d almost flipped his lid when the asshole had tried to kiss Selene’s hand earlier.
“No, you won’t,” Bo growled.
Herc tried and failed to hide a smile while Romeo opened his mouth to protest. “Why the hell not?”
“You got a death wish, Casanova,” Herc murmured.
Bo set his plate down before he cracked the thing in two. “Keep it in your pants around her or I’ll slice your fucking balls off.”
Romeo’s eyes widened before he cursed, “Hijo de puta.” He shook his head before spearing Bo with a sharp look. “You’re into her.”
“No shit, Sherlock.” Herc’s comment was meant for Romeo, but Bo heard it.
He changed the subject, refusing to acknowledge their suspicions. “I’ll ask her about her family, then see if Victor can have Crane and Rogue check on them.”
