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making character assessments. He hadn’t believed the man who had spoken with Meara at her cabin, pretending to be a renter, was one of the bad guys. Or the man would have made his move already.
But now Finn wasn’t so certain. “I overheard him tell Meara that you had gone to Mexico together and were friends.”
Hunter didn’t say anything for a moment. Then he asked, “When?”
“When you were a wild teen, I imagine.”
“No. I don’t know anyone by that name, and when I was a wild teen, I was a loner, not hooking up with any male.”
Females would have been another story, Finn thought.
“Okay, well, we have one dead man who had paperwork saying he was Joe Matheson—no picture ID. And we have the man we met at Meara’s cabin who stated that he was your friend and called himself by the same name. But they’re two entirely different people. Both men wore military haircuts. Both were in great physical shape and looked like special ops types.”
Finn knew Hunter’s silence meant he was damned worried about his sister. So was Finn. He also knew Hunter was probably reevaluating whether she should join him in Hawaii so he could watch over her. But then he’d have both his mate and Meara to safeguard. And she’d have to travel all the way to Hawaii, although Finn would go with her if that was the case. Any choice they made could be a dangerous proposition. Better to leave Meara in Finn’s care here, and he’d get her to the safe house as soon as he could.
Finn could protect Meara. He would protect her. Without waiting for Hunter’s okay, Finn said, “We won’t be in touch once we leave. Watch your back.”
“Take care of her, Finn.”
Finn glanced at her and knew she was trying to hear their whole conversation. “Yeah, like she was my own sister.” He winked at her, and she rolled her eyes. He loved it.
“Be safe,” Hunter said gruffly.
“Thanks. We will. I’ll let you talk to her.” Finn could just imagine her response to Hunter. She’d let him have it, just like she’d done in the past with Finn when she didn’t like some mission he and Hunter had taken on.
In any other woman, her spunkiness might have been downright annoying. He admired Meara’s lively determination and her courageousness without boundaries, but her penchant for getting into troublesome situations on her own, from what Hunter had told him, meant Finn would have to be doubly vigilant to keep her safe.
Irritated to the extreme, Meara grabbed her cell phone and snapped at Hunter, “Tight leash? I might as well go to Hawaii and bunk with you and Tessa. Forget what I said about being concerned that I might spoil your honeymoon.”
She was about to tell him she’d sleep with Tessa and he could sleep on the sofa in the living room of their suite, since this all had to do with his having been in the SEALs, but she curbed her tongue. Knowing Hunter, he’d agree to it, and to keep from being thwarted on her honeymoon, Tessa would end up sleeping with Hunter in the living room. Then how would Meara feel? She’d be sleeping in their honeymoon suite… alone, and the honeymoon couple would be making do on a fold-down sofa.
She made a small disgruntled sound of disapproval. It wasn’t her fault an assassin, who really had nothing to do with her , was ruining her life!
“It’s up to you,” Hunter said in a congenial way. She knew he wasn’t going to make the decision for her. If he did and something bad happened to her, he’d never forgive himself. But he was also telling her that either he or Finn would ensure her safety. So make a choice.
She chewed on her bottom lip as she studied the pine trees zipping past the window. She thought of how much of an intrusion she’d be as Hunter worried about both her and Tessa’s safety. The men who were watching their backs would remain unobtrusive and behind the scenes. But she was certain Hunter would make sure she stayed with him and Tessa in their suite. And he might even be
But now Finn wasn’t so certain. “I overheard him tell Meara that you had gone to Mexico together and were friends.”
Hunter didn’t say anything for a moment. Then he asked, “When?”
“When you were a wild teen, I imagine.”
“No. I don’t know anyone by that name, and when I was a wild teen, I was a loner, not hooking up with any male.”
Females would have been another story, Finn thought.
“Okay, well, we have one dead man who had paperwork saying he was Joe Matheson—no picture ID. And we have the man we met at Meara’s cabin who stated that he was your friend and called himself by the same name. But they’re two entirely different people. Both men wore military haircuts. Both were in great physical shape and looked like special ops types.”
Finn knew Hunter’s silence meant he was damned worried about his sister. So was Finn. He also knew Hunter was probably reevaluating whether she should join him in Hawaii so he could watch over her. But then he’d have both his mate and Meara to safeguard. And she’d have to travel all the way to Hawaii, although Finn would go with her if that was the case. Any choice they made could be a dangerous proposition. Better to leave Meara in Finn’s care here, and he’d get her to the safe house as soon as he could.
Finn could protect Meara. He would protect her. Without waiting for Hunter’s okay, Finn said, “We won’t be in touch once we leave. Watch your back.”
“Take care of her, Finn.”
Finn glanced at her and knew she was trying to hear their whole conversation. “Yeah, like she was my own sister.” He winked at her, and she rolled her eyes. He loved it.
“Be safe,” Hunter said gruffly.
“Thanks. We will. I’ll let you talk to her.” Finn could just imagine her response to Hunter. She’d let him have it, just like she’d done in the past with Finn when she didn’t like some mission he and Hunter had taken on.
In any other woman, her spunkiness might have been downright annoying. He admired Meara’s lively determination and her courageousness without boundaries, but her penchant for getting into troublesome situations on her own, from what Hunter had told him, meant Finn would have to be doubly vigilant to keep her safe.
Irritated to the extreme, Meara grabbed her cell phone and snapped at Hunter, “Tight leash? I might as well go to Hawaii and bunk with you and Tessa. Forget what I said about being concerned that I might spoil your honeymoon.”
She was about to tell him she’d sleep with Tessa and he could sleep on the sofa in the living room of their suite, since this all had to do with his having been in the SEALs, but she curbed her tongue. Knowing Hunter, he’d agree to it, and to keep from being thwarted on her honeymoon, Tessa would end up sleeping with Hunter in the living room. Then how would Meara feel? She’d be sleeping in their honeymoon suite… alone, and the honeymoon couple would be making do on a fold-down sofa.
She made a small disgruntled sound of disapproval. It wasn’t her fault an assassin, who really had nothing to do with her , was ruining her life!
“It’s up to you,” Hunter said in a congenial way. She knew he wasn’t going to make the decision for her. If he did and something bad happened to her, he’d never forgive himself. But he was also telling her that either he or Finn would ensure her safety. So make a choice.
She chewed on her bottom lip as she studied the pine trees zipping past the window. She thought of how much of an intrusion she’d be as Hunter worried about both her and Tessa’s safety. The men who were watching their backs would remain unobtrusive and behind the scenes. But she was certain Hunter would make sure she stayed with him and Tessa in their suite. And he might even be
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