long.”
“I’m twenty-six.”
“Me too.”
“So how long have you been a SEAL?”
“Five years. And don’t think I didn’t notice how you changed the subject just now.”
He could tell she didn’t want to do it, but she couldn’t stop herself. One corner of her mouth turned up in a smile. “You’re on to me.”
He’d like to be on her all right. On her, in her, with her all the way to the end of an explosive orgasm. His dick started to throb with arousal, and he called up the most unattractive images he could think of to get it to stop.
“Yeah, well, don’t change the subject,” he said gruffly.
“I’m not telling you anything. I’ve already said too much, in fact.”
“If I’d let you go back there, you wouldn’t be any better off than you are right now. Conti has spies everywhere. Guarantee you he knows we went to the Rio by now. He probably knows the room we entered and when we left. He also knows we’re in a rental, and he probably knows the plate number—”
“Which means we have to ditch this thing,” she said very coolly.
He admired the way she didn’t unravel under pressure. “Yes, ma’am, we do. I’ve got my guys working on getting us another car.”
“You’ve thought of everything,” she murmured.
“It’s my job.” It was, but he hadn’t expected to be doing it for another few days. Visit the grandparents, try to find Maggie, go to Cage’s wedding to Christina—the sister of the Alpha Squad commander, no less, and one seriously sexy lady, though saying that to Cage’s face would get him pummeled—and then back to DC and whatever new assignment awaited.
Life as he expected it to be, even if the bit about going on missions and risking his life was unpredictable from one operation to the other.
“Good thing for me, I guess.”
“Yes.” He glanced at her. “Where’s your backup? Why were you on this op alone?”
She didn’t look at him. “I don’t work with a team the way you do,” she said. “Some things require a lot of preparation and delicacy.”
“So if things went wrong, which they did, you had to get yourself out? Sounds like a shitty op to me.”
“I don’t question the work. I just do it.”
It didn’t make a lot of sense to him, but then he wasn’t CIA. Still, she couldn’t have been operating entirely alone—unless what she was doing was off the books. Now that was possible, sure. And it was mighty intriguing.
She let out a breath and turned to look at him. “I need to call my contact as soon as possible—which means I’d appreciate a burner and some clothing.”
“I’m aware of that, sunshine. You’ve told me a couple of times now.”
“Yes, but you don’t seem to be doing anything about it.”
Irritation was beginning to creep around the edges of his cool. “I’m telling you it’s not safe yet. Or didn’t they teach you anything in spy school?”
The corners of her mouth tightened. “You can’t think of any alternatives? Like I’ll hide in the backseat and you can go in without me?”
Cody snorted. “And come back outside to find you gone? No, thanks.”
She only stared at him for a long moment. “Why do you even care? You don’t know me. After this is over, you won’t ever see me again. What’s it matter what happens to me?”
He shot her a look. “It matters because my job is saving people from harm. I don’t put them in the path of it and then walk away.”
“I didn’t ask you to save me. I’m capable of saving myself.”
“Maybe so, sunshine—but I’m with you until we reach your people, so you might as well get used to it.”
6
U ntil they reached her people .
She wasn’t sure who it was safe to reach out to anymore, quite honestly.
Miranda turned away and looked at the buildings beginning to slip by faster and faster as they eased out of central Las Vegas and its jammed traffic. There was a store for artificial lawns that made her do a double take. But yeah, if you couldn’t afford