Page 7 of Saved By the Marines (Soldiers Of Misfortune)

“Wolfe. Meet me in the upstairs den. I want to go over the plan for Tuesday’s event.”

“Copy, Sir,” I muttered into the radio, wishing I could toss it out the window.

Jas chose that moment to walk by and he paused with an eyebrow up as he took in the picture of me standing there with Bailey thrown over my shoulder. His gaze dropped to where my hand was on her ass. I was just trying to steady her, but honestly the feel of her beneath my palm made my fingers itch to squeeze her curves.

“What did I miss?” he asked, mouth kicking up in one corner.

“I have to go speak to the senator.” I walked over and handed Bailey over into his arms.

She swayed against him as all the blood rushed back to her head. She blinked at me, then up at him, then shook her head.

“I’m not babysitting a drunk-”

“I’m not going with him.”

They glared at each other and I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Jas. Do your job. Get her upstairs. Put her to bed. Make sure no one sees her.”

I made my way to the space the senator had set up as a makeshift office and tried to rein in my impatience as he went over the security plan again and again. There were only so many times we could go over it. I already had it committed to memory. My focus kept straying to Jas and Bailey. It hadn’t been a good idea to send him up to put her to bed. I should have called Kip over to do it.

Once I was finally released, I made my way directly to her door. After a soft knock, I poked my head inside. Jas was sitting next to her bed, reading a book and she was sound asleep.

A grin formed on my face. “I didn’t tell you you had to stay here with her,” I whispered, keeping my voice low so I didn’t wake her.

He glared up at me and shrugged. The book in his hand had some half naked guy on the cover and I snorted out a laugh. He flipped me off, set the book down, and walked out of the room.

Moving over to Bailey’s bed, I smoothed her hair away from her face. She looked like a fucking angel lying there. My teammates snored like they were sawing logs and certainly didn’t look celestial when they slept, but somehow women always managed to.

I left her alone, nudging the wastebasket closer to her bedside in case she woke up not feeling well. Forcing myself to leave her side was harder than I thought it would be. This woman was getting under my skin and I knew it was a bad sign because if she was catching my interest it wouldn’t be long before Jas and Kip were goners for her.

We didn’t need the kind of trouble dating the daughter of a U.S. Senator would bring. Not with the kind of lifestyle we led. I made my way downstairs, determined to keep distance between us.

* * *

The next morning,we all met up in the dining room for breakfast. Bailey was a little pale, but didn’t look too much worse for wear considering what she’d been up to last night. Even better was that she hadn’t been discovered by her father.

Something about her put up my defenses and I wanted to protect her, especially against him.

“What are your plans for the day, Bailey?” her father asked.

Her eyes flashed up to mine, then away. “I’m just going to hang around and read.”

Senator Michaels sneered into his plate of eggs, but didn’t mention anything else.

I ate slowly, watching everyone at the table. Some new politicians had gotten to the embassy yesterday. Nothing was out of the ordinary, but if I didn’t watch what everyone else was doing I’d end up staring at the woman across from me the way Kip was. Kicking him under the table, I shot him a pointed look when he jerked as my boot smashed into his shin.

He was barely eating, eyes glued to her. He lowered them and got busy with his food. I bit back a sigh. A whole summer of tip-toeing around this girl, trying to act like we weren’t interested, was going to be hell on us all.

At least her father’s schedule would keep us all busy. We got up as a team and left the table once breakfast was done. I was hoping to escape before the senator called me back to go over more of the same plans. I was going to gouge my eyes out with a knife if I had to keep going over the same shit over and over.

“Wolfe.”

I hesitated when Bailey’s soft voice called out to me. Waiting for her to catch up, I gave the other two a satisfied smirk when I saw the envy on their faces. Jas flipped me off and walked away. Kip followed after him, but his eyes kept tracing back toward Bailey.

“Thank you,” she said as she walked up.

She was in a pair of jeans and some kind of flowy blouse today and I had to work to keep my eyes on her face. The soft material settled just right against her tits and showed the outline of them perfectly. It took all my self-control not to reach out and touch her.

“For what?” I grunted.

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