Page 72 of Dangerous Games (Tempting SEALs 2)

She was aware of the surprise that crossed his broad face, along with his amusement.

"Stacey would like her, Clint," he laughed. "She has mouth. I bet she keeps you and Reno on your toes."

"More than you know." Clint shook his head as Morganna glanced up at him knowingly.

"Kind of surprised me when I heard you were working with Merino's c

rew," Macey surprised her with the announcement as she moved away from Clint and headed for the refrigerator. "A few of our guys that frequent the clubs have been keeping watch. They say you're damned fine for an amateur."

"Thanks." She caught Clint's look of disapproval as she turned back to them. "Clint wasn't too happy."

"Course he wasn't," Macey drawled. "A man likes to keep his personal sweets stashed away from hungry eyes. He's not stupid. Me and the others were getting ready to draw straws on who was going to have to tell him about it, though."

"Shut up, Macey," Clint growled.

"Yeah, like all of us didn't know you were hungry for her, Clint." Macey smiled placidly as Morganna leaned against the wall and watched in interest. Not many people had the nerve to rib Clint so blatantly. "Did he tell you about him and Reno getting into that fight in Germany over you?"

"Shut up, Mace."

Now this was some surprising news.

"No." She arched her brow in interest. "He didn't."

"Oh yeah, kept us all watching those two real wary like. We were winding down after a mission-"

"Shut up, Macey."

"Seems Clint wanted Reno to do something about some musician you were seeing at the time. Wanted it stopped before you ended up in bed with him-"

"Don't make me kill you, Macey." Clint's voice was suddenly harder, darker. "I need you right now, man. But later, we might have to talk."

Macey tilted his head and stared back at Clint with a quirk of his lips, his dark eyes dancing.

"Sure, man." He smiled slowly. "Get your ass on over here. Let that pretty thing there get herself a drink. That skirt is hot as hell, too. You wearing panties under that, Morganna?" He turned back to her, his grin rakish.

"Actually," she drawled. "I'm not. But don't tell Clint, okay? He might get upset."

A shiver worked down her spine as Clint turned back to her, his gaze starkly possessive, his expression suddenly sensual, carnal.

"Get hold of Raven," he growled. "And stay away from the one-night wonder here." He nodded to Macey. "I'd hate to have to castrate him. Or cut his damned tongue out."

Morganna continued to watch him as he stalked over to the bank of computers Macey was working at. Now wasn't this just a surprising development. The musician in question hadn't been her lover; actually, his lover had been his bass player. A very handsome young man who had idolized him. But Shawn Kevin had been desperate to uphold the image of heterosexuality. Why, Morganna had never really understood. But he had been nice and, for a while, interesting. Morganna had no idea Clint had actually been jealous of him.

Shaking her head, she pulled her purse from her shoulder and unsnapped it. Extracting the cell phone from inside, she laid the purse on the table, then returned to the refrigerator to collect a bottle of water.

Punching in Raven's number, Morganna let it ring until the messaging system came on.

"There's trouble, Raven. Reno has to call." She flipped the phone closed as she pulled out the water.

Clint was talking on his cell phone, obviously calling in the team he and Reno normally worked with. She knew from the wedding that several of them were on leave until after Reno's honeymoon.

"I can't find Markwell." Clint flipped the phone closed as he turned back to Macey. "Kell and Ian are still in town; Max headed out to Texas to catch up with some friends there. That leaves Markwell unaccounted for."

"Let's see if we can find our boy then." Macey turned back to the computers. "I know Kell and Ian have been going between the clubs. They were the ones keeping an eye on your bit of sweets," he snickered as Clint slapped at the back of his head.

As Clint hovered over the other man's shoulder, Morganna eased closer to him. She felt chilled. Uncertain. Too much was happening too fast, and the implications of the battle facing them seemed overwhelming.

In that moment, Morganna realized the extent of her inexperience. She was trained to watch, to shoot. She wasn't prepared to go against international terrorists and drug runners such as the Fuentes Cartel was rumored to be.

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