Page 86 of Dangerous Games (Tempting SEALs 2)

Clint stared back at her, steeling himself against the decision he had made, praying to God for a miracle.

"You have your wish," he told her. "We're going to Diva's tonight. We'll be slaying in a suite in the lower level, and working with Drage Masters and his head of security, Smith. We're going to draw Fuentes' men out and see how many we can take down. Manuelo will know where the lab is; we suspect he's the head of that little operation."

"What about the mole on Joe's team?" Clint watched her eyes sharpen, watched the sense of excitement that filled her eyes even as calculated intelligence began to gleam in the stormy depths of her gaze. Damn, she could be scary some times.

"We're after him, too. Joe's only in so far as using his team to watch and provide backup. He's unaware we're also working to uncover the mole he doesn't want to admit he has. We're in a dual operation here, Morganna. It's not going to be easy-"

"Bullshit!" She waved the warning away. "If we're working together we can do it, Clint. I saw Masters' computer setup; his system is state-of-the-art."

"It was compromised, though." Clint explained the drugging of the girl the night before and the bastard's awareness of the cameras in place. "He's changed his camera angled and added a few, but Joe doesn't know this. He's also added a secondary surveillance point to the computers. Those in his office won't display the two additional cameras. Those will be in another room. Joe's group will be given a quick explanation of the setup and then we'll see what happens."

Morganna watched Clint closely. He was in SEAL mode now, hard-eyed, his voice firm as he laid out the operation and answered her questions. He was talking to her. He wasn't ordering her. He wasn't treating her like an extra he had to deal with. He was working with her. And the plan he and Drage had come up with was a damned good one.

"I'm pulling in two of my men on this as well." Clint turned to the computer, motioning her over as he pulled up their in-formation. "They're regulars at Merlin's. Know them?"

She stared at the screen. "Kell and Ian. I don't know their last names. They pretty much stay to themselves, other than whatever women they have on their arms. They like to watch us dance." She waggled her brows mockingly. "They like that a lot."

"I bet they do," Clint growled, a scowl marking his face. "You know what that dance floor is, right, Morganna?"

"Of course I do." She shrugged negligently. "The droves of wolves pick their innocent little lambs from within the writhing masses of bodies. Only the, quote, unquote, subs take to the dance floor. They're out there to be seen, to be lusted over and watched."

"So why were you out there?" Clint's voice was dark, progressive. She loved it.

"Because I like to dance. If I wanted a Dom, I could pick one myself. I don't need to literally put myself up for auction to do it. Why did you think I was there?" She propped her hand on her hip as she regarded him with mocking

amusement.

"You're a menace," he muttered, his hands moving over the computer keys as he followed the information Mace had pulled up.

"You say that as though you doubted it, Clint," she drawled, ambling over to the couch and the stacks of boutique bags sitting there. "Whose clothes?"

"Yours. Smith went shopping for you." He sounded less than pleased. "I haven't looked at them yet. I was afraid to."

It was a good thing he hadn't. Morganna looked into each bag, restraining her smile as she glimpsed the clothes the other woman had bought. Jayne Smith just had righteous taste. She was definitely going to have to go shopping with her soon.

"I'll go through them later then." Morganna picked up the bags and carried them into the bedroom. "Are you hungry, have you eaten?"

"Hungry." Mace's voice was almost desperate. "Pancakes."

She rolled her eyes. She should fix bologna sandwiches instead, except she was rather hungry herself. Besides, she had a feeling she was going to definitely need her strength to work with Clint. SEAL mode was complete Dom mode. Obey me, do it my way, tough-assed alpha. She smiled slowly Working with Clint was going to be a lot of fun.

DARK HAD

SETTLED OUTSIDE THE house when Kell Krieger and Ian Richards stepped into the basement, staring back at Clint and Mace with hard expressions. Morganna had talked to them several times, had danced with them, but the steely glints in their eyes had always had her pulling back warily. These weren't men you played with, and until Clint, Morganna hadn't been interested in any sort of relationship, especially the fully committed ones she had a feeling both men would require.

"Chief." Ian nodded his dark blond head at Clint, his brown eyes assessing.

Clint stood by the couch behind Morganna's sitting position. She had drawn her legs up, regarding the two men over her upraised knees.

"I had a feeling you were hiding out with her." Ian's hazel eyes lit with a glint of laughter. "You're trouble, woman."

Her lips twitched as she glanced up at Clint. He didn't look happy.

"I thought you didn't know them very well?" he half snarled down at her.

"I don't." She smiled. "Just enough to know to steer a wide path around them when they're hunting for a woman. They're worse than those wolves I mentioned earlier." Kell shook his head as Ian chuckled at the description.

"We checked Markwell's body before coming here," Kell told them then. "They did a number on him, Chief." Morganna blinked her eyes against her tears as she ducked her head. Clint wasn't talking about the man he had

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