Page 27 of Risks of Temptation
"Not to our knowledge. Besides Naomi going to the U.S., I haven't heard anything else," he confirms.
Don't blow your cover.
They need to be prepared to abort this mission. Something isn't right.
We've never done that before with Interpol.
"Something hasn't been sitting right with me," I say.
"The fact we don't know the location for the other women?"
I finish and zip my pants. "That and why does the U.S. want Naomi and not the other women? Unless we didn't receive the full message, only Naomi is going to the U.S. They aren't even sending Emilia with her."
Over my dead body will Emilia go to the U.S.
Andre cannot take Naomi to the U.S. I have to stop him.
"Vanessa asked me where I was taking her last night, and it hit me that in ten years, I've never rescued a target without being told where to take them," Hunter says.
"Something is off."
Hunter sighs. "Let's talk to Andre and get his take on it. I'm going to wash up and then start breakfast."
"Yeah. From the sounds of it, you got pretty dirty last night. Make sure you use soap."
"Shut up," he grumbles and stomps off.
I talk with the guys, who all have the same concerns as Hunter.
Emilia steps out of the tent. Her blue eyes nervously scan the camp until she sees me.
She's gorgeous.
I smile, and a faint blush creeps through her cheeks.
Dirty old man.
She's thirty-five.
And looks twenty-four.
I step toward her. "Morning, ma belle."
She smiles. "Morning."
"Ready to go to your five-star luxury bathroom?"
She softly laughs. "Lead the way."
I glance at her feet. "I'm going to carry you. There's mud."
"Okay."
I pick her up, and she grasps my neck.
Her hands are pure silk.
"Did you sleep well, ma belle?" I ask.
