Page 85 of Dangerous Games (Tempting SEALs 2)

"Pull it up." Clint walked over to the computers. "Once we make our appearance at Diva's, then he'll make his hit. If he goes true to form, he'll not come himself, though. He'll send his best men, so we can at least slow him down for a while and hopefully get the location of the lab they're using for that drug. And Nathan's whereabouts."

Macey stilled. "Nathan wouldn't willingly give info," be said.

"And his training to resist the drugs came second only to Kill's," Clint reminded him. "He's the only one that could have given the names of the teams that took him out."

"Damn," Macey sighed wearily before turning back to the plan they were working up. "What's the chance of pedestrian casualties in this thing?"

Mace's fingers were moving over the computer keyboard as he began to pull in information.

"Almost zero," Clint sighed. "Diego doesn't hit en masse. He likes to think he's subtle. He likes to prove he's the better gamesman. He'll want to take us out personally. My guess is since I was the commander of one of the teams that struck him, he wants to make an example of me and Morganna. He can't do that if he does a wipe on the club."

Clint ran over the information that popped up beneath Mace's talented fingers. There were four listed as Fuentes' generals, Manuelo among them. There was Diego's bastard uncle Jose and his nephew Santiago as well as a smaller player from a year ago.

"When Kell and Ian get here, I'll apprise Morganna of the plan we have in place." Clint rubbed at his jaw as he read the data on the screen. "We'll get moving this evening."

"She's going to be jumping out of her skin to get started" Mace grunted. "That woman is an adrenaline junkie, Clint Maybe even as bad as you are. She'll be raring to go."

That was what he knew, and it terrified the hell out of him.

"Kell and Ian lie itching to get started as well. They'll he here soon."

"How many know about this place?" Clint frowned.

"Just the right people," Mace assured him. "Men who| know to keep their damned mouths shut, that's for sure. DID you think you were my only leak? I love ya, man, but you're a rare visitor and I get lonely." He waggled his brows and pursed his lips in a comic display of utterly false affection.

"Let me have your keyboard." Clint waved Mace away from the computer. "I need to run a few checks of my own on some of the regulars I recognized at Diva's."

"Spoilsport." Mace lumbered from the chair. "You can play with my toys, but yours racks me. That's just so not right, man."

Clint's snort of laughter was followed by the sound of a door slamming. He turned, eyes narrowing, as he watched Morganna smile benignly at both of them.

"I bet Clint isn't rude enough to get inside and play with your hard drive, either, Mace." She arched a brow mockingly as she padded across the room.

Mace shifted nervously, rubbing his hand over his chin as he flashed her a bright smile.

"Sunshine. I hope you slept well?" Amusement laced his voice as he steered carefully clear of her.

Her lips twitched as her gaze flicked from Mace to meet Clint's. Laughter lurked in the gray depths and tugged at her lips. With her hair falling in disarray around her face, the loose T-shirt and pajamas, and her bare feet, she reminded him of the precocious teenager she used to be.

"I got cold." Her gaze was warm, heating him in ways he knew he should be terrified of.

Instead, he swiveled around until he faced her fully and patted his knee in invitation. She fitted against him perfectly as her arms looped around his neck and she perched his lap.

"He has work to do," Mace grumbled. "You should fix pancakes."

"Give me a reason to cook, Mace," she drawled mockingly. "I do my best work after seeing grown men twitching pain."

"Then beat up on him," he grunted, pointing to Clint. "Instead of cuddling against him like a damned kitten. Some things just ain't right."

Clint smoothed his cheek over Morganna's hair, watching Mace scowl at both of them.

"Do your thing on my computer, Mac, and get it over with. Then you can explain this harebrained scheme you've up with Drage Masters and that balls-busting woman of his. Smith and Morganna here ought to get along just fine."

There was a triumphant glitter in Mace's eyes as he spoke, a smirk on his lips as he met Clint's gaze. Clint sighed, shaking his head as he felt Morganna tense in his arms. "What is he talking about?" She tilted her head back to re at him, putting his lips much too close to hers. He couldn't help dipping his head that last inch for a kiss. She was sleep-tousled, soft in his arms, and what he was about to do was clenching his guts with dread. When he lifted his head, bittersweet satisfaction raged through him at the misty emotion in her eyes and the flush to her cheeks.

"He's talking about taking out Fuentes." Clint grimaced pushing her up from his lap before patting her rear, allowing his hand to linger, to enjoy the soft curve and warm flesh beneath the cotton.

"I thought that was the object all along." She crossed her arms beneath her breasts. Breasts tipped with pebble-hard nipples despite the frown on her face.

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