Page 17 of SEAL's Promise

“But you’re outnumbered.”

Cal shrugged. “Probably.”

Rachelle’s lips curved. He acted like the odds being against them was normal, and maybe it was.

Brent Maddox hired the best people for Fortress. Wolf Pack was more than capable of pulling off a miracle against the odds.

She looked at Amy. “We’ll be fine. These guys are the best.”

Her friend frowned. “My team is the best, too, and look what happened to them.”

Rachelle shook her head. “They’re good. Fortress is better.”

Amy didn’t look convinced, but she lapsed into silence.

“Cal, target the vehicle on your side,” Eli said. “Jon, take out the others. Two more incoming from the front.”

Rachelle’s hand tightened around Cal’s calf. Five vehicles filled with terrorists. Holy cow!

“We’ve got this,” Cal said to her, then levered himself out the window, sitting on the frame.

“Ladies, it’s going to get loud in here,” Jackson said. “Cover your ears.”

The operatives opened fire.

“One down,” Cal announced. A massive rending of metal ripped through the night.

“Two down,” Jon said. Two shots later, he announced, “Three down.”

“Four down,” Eli said. “Cal, inside. Rafe, evasive maneuvers. We can’t let the last group disable the vehicle.”

“Copy that. Hold on.” After several quick turns, the SUV accelerated.

“Go, Jon,” Eli ordered.

Two shots later, the sniper sat up. “Five down. Get us out of here, Rafe.”

“Is it safe for us to sit up now?” Amy asked.

“For the moment. If we run into more trouble, you’ll be back on the floor.”

Cal helped Rachelle to the bench seat beside him.

She shivered, cold to her bones. Stupid in this tropical climate.

Cal wrapped his arm around her shoulders and tucked her against his side to share his body heat. “Adrenaline dump,” he said, voice soft. “It’ll pass soon.”

“You’re not hurt?”

He shook his head and leaned down until his mouth was beside her ear. “I still owe you a real hug.” His lips brushed the shell of her ear as he spoke, sending another shiver cascading through her, this time for a much better reason.

For a man sporting hard muscle all over, his lips were soft and warm. What would they feel like on hers? Rachelle stilled. Good grief. What was wrong with her? They were running from the enemy, not out on a date.

She looked at him. “I’m holding you to that.” She craved the feel of his arms around her.

A slow smile curved his mouth. “I’ll deliver that and more.”

Rachelle’s eyes widened. What did that mean? When he winked at her, butterflies took flight in her stomach again. Wow. Did the interest go both ways?