Protecting Pilar_Special Forces_Operation Alpha by Heather Long

Author:Heather Long [Long, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kindle Worlds
Published: 2018-03-18T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 4

Listening to her shower was its own special kind of hell. Cannon was not a monk—far from it. Any other time, he’d totally have offered to go in and warm the room up for her, or at least warm her up. But Pilar wasn’t just anyone, and they weren’t having any other time. Duress had sent her running for her life and crashing into his. The last thing she needed was a horny guy trying to get into her pants.

Even if she was going to look hella sexy wearing his sweats. Instead, he stayed busy while she showered. His phone still had shit for signal, so he used the room phone to call Jacko. When he got the voicemail, he had to laugh. He was calling from an unknown number, so why would their tech guru answer? “It’s Cannon. I’m on the move with a client.” It stretched the truth, since she hadn’t actually hired him or the company. “The weather’s been damn hot, so if you could check the forecast and get us some reservations at a relaxing spot, I’d appreciate it. Tickets for me and Pilar Napolitano.”

Jacko would understand the code.

“I’ll be at this number for about the next day, then we’re on the road. Maybe call back around six.” A day would tell him 24 hours and to call around six, would tell him to divide the first by it. Anyone else listening wouldn’t know the key to translate it. It didn’t matter if they didn’t know who he was or where they were at the moment. She genuinely had people shooting at her, and he’d play it paranoid.

Paranoia kept people alive.

He hung up and waited a beat. The shower was still running. Checking his watch, he sighed. It was later than he’d thought. His shower could wait until they hit the road. He stripped the rest of his clothes and changed into something clean. A quick pit check said deodorant, and he added that. There was a sink on the outside of the bathroom, so he brushed his teeth then repacked his duffel—everything folded and tucked.

He’d already done one more check of the windows before he settled on the bed, duffel and gun next to him. It gave him the perfect vantage for the door to the room and the bathroom.

Steam accompanied Pilar as she exited.

It was a good thing he was lying down, because his blood all headed south. She looked even better in his clothes than he’d pictured. A towel was wrapped around the beautiful curtain of black hair. Her cheeks were rosy from the shower, and the bruising around her nose had darkened. He hated the sight of the injury but appreciated the wound for the life it symbolized. She’d survived the car accident. She’d survived the pursuit of her unknown assailants.

The dead weren’t injured. They were just dead.

Pilar made it all the way to him. The thought hesitated, as if sensing the IED waiting to go off if he followed it to the natural conclusion.

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