Page 36 of Dangerous Games (Tempting SEALs 2)

"I'm fine." She was shuddering, shaking from the shock. "No cuts. Few bruises. I'm fine."

He straightened, jerked his cell phone from the holder at his hip, and punched Joe Merino's speed dial.

"This is Merino. We have a report of a disturbance-" Merino's voice was frantic.

"I have Morganna," Clint snapped. "She was attacked when she walked in the door. Damned rookie. He didn't expect her to fight back."

"Is there a body?"

"Neg

ative. We're taking cover. We'll contact you at zero eight hundred hours."

"Shit," Joe snarled. "I'll contact you if they find anything at the house, and apprise the officer in charge that the owner of the house is safe. And, Clint?"

"Yeah?"

"We had another girl drugged tonight. She was being led to the back entrance when one of Masters' bouncers caught sight of her and went to investigate. The bastard got away."

"The girl?"

"Critical. She's at the hospital now, but she was a little thing and the dose was a good one. She might not make it."

Clint took the exit to the interstate, his eyes narrowed as he checked the rearview mirror. It would be impossible to tell if they were being followed until they managed to get farther from town.

"They're looking for their next mark now." Clint's jaw clenched at the thought.

"My gut is rocking on this one, and I know yours is, too. We don't have much time here. What did you find out tonight?"

"Not enough." Enough to know every fucking Dom in that club had put his name in the hat in case Morganna asked for sponsorship, but that had nothing to do with the drugs or their mark.

"Is Morganna okay?" Joe breathed out roughly across the line, obviously aware that this was not a discussion Clint was ready to have.

"She's fine." Curled at his side like a little cat. "Find out what you can; we'll talk later."

He disconnected the phone before shoving it back into the holder and easing up on the gas. He kept a close eye on the rearview mirror as traffic began to thin and they neared the next exit he was searching for.

"I'm going to find a hotel for the night." He buried his hand in her hair, caressing her scalp. He needed to touch her, to know she was alive.

He felt her nod.

"We'll find some place with room service. You need to eat, to rest. We'll figure this out tomorrow."

"Someone knows," she whispered. "I know I didn't give myself away, Clint. I know I didn't. We weren't even close to finding out who's supplying that drug. All we caught were three of the dealers, and they had no idea I was involved."

Clint swallowed tightly. He agreed. There was no reason for a hit against her, not now, not yet. Unless the suppliers were aware that she had been behind the arrests of the dealers. And if any of the Fuentes family were still operating behind the drug, then it would be a matter of personal satisfaction to take Morganna out.

"We'll figure it out." He couldn't stop touching her. Even as she moved to sit up, he pushed her back down.

"Stay down a while longer," he whispered. "If they're looking for us, they're looking for a man and woman together, not just a man. We'll be at the hotel soon."

Her hand curled over his knee as her head rested on his thigh.

"I was scared," she whispered. "I'm glad you came back."

She hadn't looked scared. Determined. Defiant. But she hadn't looked scared.

"I never left." He kept his eyes between the windshield and the mirrors, his body tense as he watched the traffic coming up on them.

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