Stranded with the SEAL Read Online Free Page A

would be on the chopping block for this, his coveted and beloved position with HERO Force nothing more than a memory. This was the only thing he wanted to do, the only team he wanted to do it with. He licked his lips and found his voice. “Warsaw, Colorado.”
    Jax exploded into a string of swearing that put Charlotte’s vocabulary to shame. “Hawk’s gone rogue, and now we have to stop him before he does something stupid.”
    Logan pinched the bridge of his nose. “This would probably be a good time to tell you he’s been asking for the latest intel on Steele.”
    “ What? ”
    Charlotte raised her eyebrows and sucked in a breath, the look she gave him clearly saying, You’re in trouble . Logan gestured violently toward the door, but she ignored him and turned on the TV.
    Jax was screaming in Logan’s ear. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me?”
    “I assumed you knew.”
    “How much did you give him?” asked Jax.
    “Daily updates this week. When I heard the phone, I assumed it was him because he didn’t call yet today.”
    Jax exploded again and Logan let the insults wash over him. “I’m sorry, sir,” he said, reverting to his more formal address for his boss. “I should have checked with you first.”
    “Damn straight you should have checked with me! Give me his coordinates.”
    Logan clicked to another screen and rattled off a series of numbers. “Sir, I’m only a few hours from there. I can drive up and check on him myself.”
    Charlotte hit him on the back and he gaped at her. What was that for?
    She shook her hand at the TV, where traffic was crawling through snow-covered streets. The headline at the bottom of the page read, “Storm of the Century Strikes Colorado Mountains.”
    Logan reached for the remote control and turned up the volume. “Scratch that, Jax. We have a problem. As we speak, Warsaw Mountain’s in the middle of the worst blizzard they’ve had in years.” The scene changed to a round and balding weatherman in front of a color-coded map. “Hang on,” Logan said into the phone. “The weather’s coming on.”
    “…a northeasterly direction. Conditions rapidly deteriorated through the early morning hours, resulting in the governor declaring a state of emergency for the northern part of the state here in red, as well as the closure of all interstates and local expressways, with a ban on unnecessary travel in place for Dublin and Marcos Counties. With more than three feet forecasted for the highest elevations, we don’t anticipate that travel ban to be lifted anytime soon.”
    Logan rubbed his lower lip. He knew as well as anyone what would happen if they couldn’t get to Hawk before Hawk made it to Steele. Total annihilation . Sweat broke out on Logan’s palms and brow. “They’re expecting three more feet on Warsaw Mountain,” he said into the phone.
    “Did Hawk make it to Steele?” barked Jax. “Is he at the top of the mountain?”
    “Checking the coordinates now.” Logan copied and pasted the numbers into a map program, the view zooming in from the globe to the United States to Colorado in a whoosh. A pinpoint appeared. “Not yet, sir. He’s eleven miles from the compound.”
    Another stream of profanity raged in Logan’s ear, followed by a heavy, angry huff. “Then we’re fucked,” finished Jax. “Two goddamn years and he’s going to go in there and blow everything to hell, and HERO Force to hell with it. All for Ralph, like he thought I wouldn’t take care of it.”
    Logan held his breath. His eyes met Charlotte’s as she mimed her concern. But he knew better than to speak, the temptation to fill the silence nothing compared to his desire to slip unnoticed from this conversation. He didn’t know who Ralph was, but the one time he’d heard the name — while Jax and Hawk were screaming at each other across the conference table about Steele — told him the topic was more explosive than nitro.
    The voice of a newscaster trailed on in the background.