Dirty Dare: The Rescue (Sexy Suspense) (Part 1, spin-off to the Dirty and Dare Me series) Read Online Free Page B

and melt away from his brain. He froze, willing air to ease into his battered lungs, hoping his head would reform before gray matter oozed down his shoulders.
    He’d been through worse—would go through worse if he didn’t get up and moving.
    “Where were my breaks?” he ground out.
    “ Qué ?”
    She’d asked him to repeat himself. He wasn’t sure he could.
    “Bones. Which ones…broke?”
    “All of them. Now stay still until Brynn gets back.”
    He moved a leg so that his foot slid off the side of the bed.
    “Stop! Por favor . Brynn will tell you everything.”
    Sean stilled, mostly because he’d zapped his energy. And besides, Marisela had begged. He had a strong impression that she didn’t make pleas easily.
    She had saved his life. With Brynn. Classy, sophisticated, sexy, red-headed Brynn. And he had no idea why.
    “Right. Blake. Brynn Blake,” he repeated, wondering if somewhere in the recesses of his battered brain, he knew why Dante would call on her to extract him.
    “Sounds like Bond, James Bond,” Marisela quipped, easing herself onto the corner of the bed.
    Sean snorted, even as the dip in the mattress caused his equilibrium to swirl. Like every other jerk who’d entered the spy game with visions of shaken martinis in his head, Sean had learned early that the legendary film franchise was about as close to the truth of counter-intelligence as he was right now to his hometown of Baton Rouge. Sometimes on-screen operatives got tortured for information in great cinematic detail, but they usually left out the part where it took weeks instead of hours to recover.
    But Sean didn’t have weeks. He wasn’t even sure he had days. Those bastards were after Jayda—the woman he’d once been stupid enough to love, the woman who’d left him without a backward glance. When Dante had told him that she’d died, he’d believed him. Why wouldn’t he? But if she was dead, why had someone tried to beat her location out of him?
    “Sweetheart, I’d pay big bucks for 007 to take my place right now,” he admitted.
    “So would I,” Brynn said, sweeping back into the room.
    She’d gotten dressed. Damn it. She’d traded her bra and shorts for a breezy white skirt, jacket and blouse. If not for her sky-high pumps, the designer cut of her clothes and the marked absence of a red-crossed cap, he might have mistaken her for a nurse.
    “Why did you let him get up?” she demanded.
    “Hey, he only got halfway,” Marisela protested. “Give me some credit. He’s a very stubborn—”
    “—idiot,” Brynn supplied.
    Sean couldn’t help but laugh, even if the burst of humor knifed him from his frontal lobe to his lower gut. “Honey, you have no idea.”
    “I’m starting to catch on,” Brynn said. “You had three broken ribs and your eardrums were damaged. Your balance is seriously compromised. You need to stay in bed.”
    He didn’t have the energy to fight her. He couldn’t even muster enough strength to express his appreciation for their help, even if he didn’t understand why they’d been called. Instead, he let them tuck him back between the sheets, plump the pillows behind him and quench his thirst with sips from a fresh cup of water, this one iced and with a lid.
    If he’d been in any better shape, he might have enjoyed the attention. Dante must still value their friendship because he’d sent two hot babes to rescue him. Marisela was naturally dark, earthy and tough—the kind of chick he’d want watching his back on a dangerous op. Brynn, on the other hand, was fiery, smart and calculating. She could watch any part of him she wanted, as long as she allowed him to do the same.
    As his vision blended the two of them into one, he thought about Jayda. If he combined Brynn with Marisela, he supposed he’d end up with someone close to the woman at the center of his pain.
    Jayda had been so young when they’d first met. Eighteen, maybe? Nineteen? Even she hadn’t been sure since she’d been sold to