Page 93 of Dangerous Games (Tempting SEALs 2)

He moved to the younger man as Joe knelt beside Grant, They were inches apart. Joe's face was expressionless, but his eyes raged with grief.

"Why?" She saw the word pass his lips. "Why, Grant?"

"Because I hate you...." Grant coughed, blood seeping from his lips. "You got the promotion; you had Maggie-"

"You married Maggie...." Joe shook his head. "She has nothing to do with this."

"She does now." The smile on Grant's face was cruel, evil. "And you'll never have her. Ever, Joe. Ever...." The light dimmed in his eyes as death stole over him. Slowly. Completely.

"Morganna, dammit, are you okay?" Clint's hands gripped her shoulders, shaking her fiercely as she turned her head back to him.

His face was white, his midnight blue eyes nearly black with rage as he glared down at her.

""I'm not hurt. Sandy?" She turned back to him, watching as Craig and Drage steadied the other man, applying towels to the wounds as a cacophony of voices began to surge through.

"Police and ambulances are on the way." Jayne slid in to Drage's side, her face bruised, her arm seeping blood beneath a hastily bandaged wound. "They hit the back door. The van tech is dead, but we managed to round up a couple of Fuentes' men. He wasn't with them."

"You're hurt." Morganna shook her head, shock rising inside her quickly as tears began to fill her eyes. God, she shouldn't be crying. They had survived. She had survived. Sandy would be okay, wouldn't he? Clint was alive.

"I'm fine." The woman's eyes were stone cold, her voice level.

"Here, baby." Clint wrapped his leather jacket around her as she realized she was shaking, shaking so hard her teeth were rattling.

"This sucks," she said tearfully, forcing the words past her chattering teeth.

"Shock. You'll get over it. And yo

u did good, girlfriend." Jayne assured her, a small smile softening her face. "And. Sandy, babe." Jayne flashed him an approving smile. "You did good. Real good."

Sandy stayed noticeably quiet as his gaze flickered back to Morganna.

"What were you doing?" she asked the young man. "How did you know?"

A bitter smile twisted his lips. "I tracked the drug here. Fuentes' soldiers killed my mother, her husband, and my half sister in South America."

"Delores." Clint growled the name as he stared down at Sandy. Adam Delores had been one of the government employees on Fuentes' payroll. He had also been one of the DEA's inside men.

"Delores." He nodded weakly. "They raped and murdered my younger sister before killing my mother and her husband. I couldn't let them escape. I had no idea Fuentes was still alive, though."

"He's been here for more than a year tracking the drug, trying to uncover who was behind it," Jayne added before quickly moving back and making way for the medics pushing their way to Sandy's side.

"Morganna." Clint turned her back to him, staring down at her worriedly. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine." She was still crying, though, and she hated that. "Grant was going to kill me, Clint." She hadn't expected this. She had expected a stranger, someone she didn't know. Despite Clint's assurances that there was a mole in Joe's unit, she hadn't really believed it.

"I know, baby." Clint pushed her hair back, his fingers moving down her cheek before he pulled her into his embrace. "I know. I was right behind him. Sandy gave us the chance we needed to get you out of the line of fire."

She held on to his back, shuddering at how close Sandy had come to dying for her. "It was Grant. I thought he was Joe's friend. They were like brothers."

"No, they weren't." Clint's arms tightened around her. "Joe just thought they were. Hang on now, sweetie; the police are here and we have to sort everything out. We'll get through this."

She nodded against his shoulder. "We'll get through it." Her voice hitched as she fought her tears; then she straightened her shoulders and took a deep breath. "I'm okay."

"I know you are, but I might not be." He held her in place as she moved to push away from him. "Just hang on to me a minute, sweetheart. Let me assure myself you're still in one piece. I think I died of fear when I saw that gun at your side."

She trembled at the memory of it. He wasn't alone. It was a damned good thing she hadn't eaten dinner early, or she would have lost it on the dance floor when she realized what was going on.

"Clint. The police are here now." Joe's voice wasn't normal, but she couldn't expect it to be.

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