Page 19 of Covert Mission

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Page 19 of Covert Mission

My gaze stutters toward Belle.

She’s tough. A street-smart kid from Chicago. She’s also foolhardy sometimes. Like me, it seems. And she’s not even close to being equipped for this.

Damn.

My reply comes out too soft. Not at all full of the confidence I need right now. “I’ll take that into consideration.”

That lights his fuse.

His gaze sparks with anger. His body somehow gets bigger. He snarls in my face. “Fuck,consideration?Let me decide for you. Pull. The. Fucking. Plug.”

First, I’m stunned.

Then, I waver.

I’m not leaving. But he’s right. Something has to change. I just don't know how.

He scowls and his nostrils flare. “Did one of my men give you a sat phone so you can call your company for an extraction?”

I reach into my back pocket and pull out the other man’s satellite phone. He glares at me as I push it into his hands.

“You can have it back. I’m not calling. Yet.”

A growly sound comes from somewhere in his chest. Two thick brows slam together. His dark brown eyes burn hot and angry. His nose even tenses. Oh, but the lips are the best—they’re locked together in a fierce line that a jackhammer couldn’t part.

Until he thunders,“Yet?”

I wipe sweat from my eyes with the back of my hand and sway in the humid air. “I need to assess the situation and make some decisions.”

I choose this time to skirt around him and head for the trail the beast-man carried me down.

Wrong move, it seems, because he snatches me up.

“Put me down!” The nerve of this guy!

I twist against his infuriatingly tight hold.

This time, he’s got me cradled in his arms, cinched impossibly tight against the mountains of muscles in his chest.

He doesn’t even acknowledge that I’m kicking to get free. His only reaction is grouching at me. “We’re not done with this conversation, hotshot.”

“Oh yes, we are!”

His nose is within punching distance. Sooo tempting. Only, I have a feeling he might really spank my ass.

This time, he doesn’t stop in the clearing. He keeps going. Down another jungle trail. Crashing through the woods like a wild animal, until we arrive at a small, bright bluecabina.

Have I just been kidnapped?

He unlocks and kicks open the door. Kicks it closed with his heel and drops me on the bed.

I’m breathless from the bounce as I scramble to the edge of the mattress. “What the hell?”

When the man stalks away, I shoot daggers at his back. When he returns with a wet towel and a bottle of water and holds them out to me, I gape. “What’s that for?”

“You’re burning up.”

I am?




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