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Left about three hours ago, like a sensible sheikh. You’re on your own.”
His gaze was challenging. Superior. It made her want to punch him. And kiss him, God help her. “I have Paul.”
Remy’s gaze narrowed. “Who the fuck is Paul?”
His voice was like a whip between them, cracking hard against her senses. He was not a man to be toyed with, that was for sure.
“My bodyguard. He’s across the hall.”
“Across the fucking hall? Jesus.” He picked up the radio clipped to his vest and pressed a button. “Do we have a Paul on our list? … Well, we do now. Bodyguard. … Yeah, guess somebody overlooked him.” He glanced at her. “Paul who?”
“I…” She shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“He’s across the hall from Christina Girard. … Yeah, copy.” He let go of the radio and gave her a hard look. “Call him and tell him to get over here. Now. You’ll have to leave your suitcases.”
“What? Why?”
“This ain’t a fucking vacation, baby. It’s an extraction. Take what you can carry. If you can carry a suitcase for miles through the desert, then be my guest. But nobody’s carrying it for you. Not even Paul, so don’t think of asking.”
Christina drew herself up, hurt, furious, and confused. Seeing him was doing a number on her senses. Knowing he was pissed at her only made it worse. “What makes you think I’d expect him to do that? Did I ever give you the impression I was spoiled?”
He snorted. “The impression you gave me turned out to be a lie, so what do I know?”
His words pierced her. Maybe she could have handled the situation between them better, but she hadn’t and there was no sense stewing in regrets. “Remy, I—”
“Save it,” he bit out. “Call the bodyguard. The time for talking is over between us.”
Tears pricked her eyes, but she did as he said. She dialed Paul, told him to come to her room, and slipped the phone into her purse again. God, she’d fucked up so badly. She’d only been trying to protect herself when she’d fled town after that night, but clearly she’d done a rotten job of it because she wasn’t feeling safe at all right now.
She felt as bruised and battered inside as she ever had. Maybe more so considering she hadn’t given Remy the benefit of the doubt before deciding he’d betray her the way Ben had.
But after being burned so badly once before, how could she trust another man not to do the same thing? Ben cheated. Her father had been a serial womanizer until he married Misty Lee. Matt was devoted to Evie, but look how many years it had taken him to get his head screwed on right.
She just didn’t have room for that kind of drama in her life anymore. Besides, if she got a hankering for babies, she had her new nephews to play with. Cuter twins had never been seen on this earth, she was certain.
“Do you have any pants? Best to put those on instead of a dress.” Remy’s gaze settled on the abaya draped over a chair. “Wear the traditional clothing over everything once you’ve changed.”
She wanted to argue with him, but what was the point? He was right, he was in charge here, and arguing was stupid. Did you argue with the fireman who came to pull you from a burning building?
No. You also didn’t argue with the badass Navy SEAL who was trying to pull you from a war zone.
She went to her carry-on suitcase and took out jeans and a white button-down shirt. She didn’t really have all that much with her, nothing of importance other than her briefcase and wallet. She’d learned to travel light when on these trips, so losing her clothing wouldn’t be too terrible even if it was wasteful.
She slipped into the bathroom to change. When she was finished, her eyes glittered in the mirror as she lifted her head to stare at herself.
Damn it, why did she always get it wrong? She’d fallen for Ben and he’d been toxic. Then she’d decided a one-night stand with Remy was a good idea—until the intensity of what happened between them
His gaze was challenging. Superior. It made her want to punch him. And kiss him, God help her. “I have Paul.”
Remy’s gaze narrowed. “Who the fuck is Paul?”
His voice was like a whip between them, cracking hard against her senses. He was not a man to be toyed with, that was for sure.
“My bodyguard. He’s across the hall.”
“Across the fucking hall? Jesus.” He picked up the radio clipped to his vest and pressed a button. “Do we have a Paul on our list? … Well, we do now. Bodyguard. … Yeah, guess somebody overlooked him.” He glanced at her. “Paul who?”
“I…” She shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“He’s across the hall from Christina Girard. … Yeah, copy.” He let go of the radio and gave her a hard look. “Call him and tell him to get over here. Now. You’ll have to leave your suitcases.”
“What? Why?”
“This ain’t a fucking vacation, baby. It’s an extraction. Take what you can carry. If you can carry a suitcase for miles through the desert, then be my guest. But nobody’s carrying it for you. Not even Paul, so don’t think of asking.”
Christina drew herself up, hurt, furious, and confused. Seeing him was doing a number on her senses. Knowing he was pissed at her only made it worse. “What makes you think I’d expect him to do that? Did I ever give you the impression I was spoiled?”
He snorted. “The impression you gave me turned out to be a lie, so what do I know?”
His words pierced her. Maybe she could have handled the situation between them better, but she hadn’t and there was no sense stewing in regrets. “Remy, I—”
“Save it,” he bit out. “Call the bodyguard. The time for talking is over between us.”
Tears pricked her eyes, but she did as he said. She dialed Paul, told him to come to her room, and slipped the phone into her purse again. God, she’d fucked up so badly. She’d only been trying to protect herself when she’d fled town after that night, but clearly she’d done a rotten job of it because she wasn’t feeling safe at all right now.
She felt as bruised and battered inside as she ever had. Maybe more so considering she hadn’t given Remy the benefit of the doubt before deciding he’d betray her the way Ben had.
But after being burned so badly once before, how could she trust another man not to do the same thing? Ben cheated. Her father had been a serial womanizer until he married Misty Lee. Matt was devoted to Evie, but look how many years it had taken him to get his head screwed on right.
She just didn’t have room for that kind of drama in her life anymore. Besides, if she got a hankering for babies, she had her new nephews to play with. Cuter twins had never been seen on this earth, she was certain.
“Do you have any pants? Best to put those on instead of a dress.” Remy’s gaze settled on the abaya draped over a chair. “Wear the traditional clothing over everything once you’ve changed.”
She wanted to argue with him, but what was the point? He was right, he was in charge here, and arguing was stupid. Did you argue with the fireman who came to pull you from a burning building?
No. You also didn’t argue with the badass Navy SEAL who was trying to pull you from a war zone.
She went to her carry-on suitcase and took out jeans and a white button-down shirt. She didn’t really have all that much with her, nothing of importance other than her briefcase and wallet. She’d learned to travel light when on these trips, so losing her clothing wouldn’t be too terrible even if it was wasteful.
She slipped into the bathroom to change. When she was finished, her eyes glittered in the mirror as she lifted her head to stare at herself.
Damn it, why did she always get it wrong? She’d fallen for Ben and he’d been toxic. Then she’d decided a one-night stand with Remy was a good idea—until the intensity of what happened between them
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