Building Ties (Military Romantic Suspense) (SEAL Team Heartbreakers Book 4) by Teresa Reasor

Author:Teresa Reasor [Reasor, Teresa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Military, Anthology, Bundle, SEALs
ISBN: 9780988662780
Publisher: Teresa J. Reasor
Published: 2014-08-20T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

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Tess woke to the soft, warm brush of Brett’s hands and lips against her cheek, her throat, her collarbone. Dusk had settled across the slice of sky she could see from the bedroom window, turning it a deep, powdery periwinkle.

“What time is it?” she croaked even as her hand cupped the back of his head, encouraging him to continue what he was doing.

“It’s almost nine,” he murmured.

He nuzzled her breast and she slid her fingers down to caress the slope of his neck. “I’ve slept nearly four hours.”

“You needed it.” He eased up to look down at her, his face in shadow. The dull, reflective light coming from between the blinds limned the strong lines of his cheek and jaw. “Let’s stay here tonight. We can get up early and run over to your apartment in the morning. I’ll make a trip to the store for some snacks and drinks. We can hang out in front of the TV and watch a movie.”

“Are you trying to manage me, Brett?”

“No. I just thought a change of scenery might help you stay relaxed.”

She appreciated his concern, but she didn’t need to be coddled. “I’m okay. Really I am.”

He remained silent a moment. “What set you off at the restaurant, Tess?”

Still lethargic from sleep, she paused to shift thoughts, and a picture took shape. “There was a man at the restaurant who looked familiar. Then a car went by. It was a dark blue sedan with an orange sticker on the right rear bumper. I’ve seen it before, but I can’t get it to—” She messaged her brow with her fingertips. A low-grade headache throbbed behind her eyes. She’d slept too long. While she focused on the memory, her heart hammered against her breastbone and fear thrust upward to close her throat. “It was in the parking lot at the paper. A man got into the car and drove away.”

“The day of the bombing?”

“Yes.” She folded her arms against her atop the sheet. Brett brushed his fingertips back and forth across her forearm in a soothing motion.

“What shape was the sticker?”

She sat up and held the sheet against her. “It was a rectangle, because it wrapped around the side of the bumper. But it was so faded I couldn’t see any of the details.”

Brett sat up to loop an arm around her. “You need to contact the FBI and tell them about this.”

“They have the parking lot video feed. They’ll know about him and about the car.”

“Good. But it wouldn’t hurt to touch base with them. This may be a detail they don’t have.”

“Okay.” She dreaded calling. They were always arrogant, dismissive, and never willingly shared information. And every time she spoke to them it brought every second of the explosion back. When it came to this, her reporter’s instinct remained suppressed.

“How about a soak in the tub? I can run you some water. Bowie’s home, and he may even have some wine.”

He was managing her. But at least it was in a helpful, caring way.

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