Trusting the SEAL (Saving the SEALs Series Book 3)

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baseball hat. “Put that on.”
    “Mind telling me where we’re going?” he asked, jamming the hat on his head. “Because this really isn’t what I would call a good disguise.” He pulled out his cell phone. “I need to call Kyle and give him our location.”
    “No,” she said, rushing over and covering his phone with her hand before he could finish dialing. “Please. I just need a few short hours away from all this craziness. Please.”
    He stared at her for several seconds then sighed and lowered his phone. “I want it on record that I don’t like this idea. At all.”
    Her smile widened into a full-blown grin of gratitude. “Thank you! Now.” She adjusted his hat a bit. “It’s not the perfect disguise, you’re right. But it’s enough to get us out of the hotel undetected. Oh, and grab your swimsuit, if you have one.” She locked her laptop in the small safe in her closet, then grabbed her purse and bikini before checking her appearance one last time in the mirror. Modest white skirt, modest yellow high-necked top, hair hidden beneath her makeshift habib . It was all good. She brushed past him and headed for the elevator doors. Ayaan met them in the foyer. “We’re going out and will return shortly. If anyone asks, I’m napping.”
    “Yes, ma’am,” the man bowed and disappeared back into the kitchen.
    Spencer pushed the Down button and cast her a side glance. “What if I don’t have a swimsuit?”
    “Then I guess you’ll be going au natural.”
    They rode down to the lobby in silence and she clutched Spencer’s arm tight as they traversed the crowded entrance to make sure they didn’t get separated. In the crowds, it would be easy to lose track of him and she didn’t want to lose him. He was her rock right now, her protector, her confidant and… friend.
    Once they were safely ensconced in the back of the air-conditioned limo and on the road, Spencer pulled off his baseball hat, leaving his auburn hair in disarray. She longed to run her finger through the soft strands, but didn’t dare touch him for fear she’d never stop. So, instead, she sat back against the cushy leather seat and stared out at the arid landscape.
    “Seriously, where are we going?” He raked a hand through his hair and frowned out the window to his right. “We just left the city limits.”
    “It’s a surprise.”
    “I don’t like surprises.”
    “Don’t you ever just want to be spontaneous?” Toni slid her sunglasses down her nose and peered at him over the top. “You know, have a little fun?”
    “In my line of work, spontaneous gets you killed.” He crossed his arms, the material of his shirt stretched tight over his muscled forearms. “And fun isn’t exactly at the top of my list these days. Right now, I’m more of a ‘work ‘til you drop’ kind of guy.”
    “Then you need this even more than I do.” She pushed her glasses back into place as the driver turned off the main highway and headed down a dirt road into the open desert. To the untrained eye, it looked like they were veering into nowhere, sand dunes stretching as far as you could see in both directions. But she knew what lurked just behind those wind-swept hills—her own private paradise. They rounded the base of a massive dune and her breath caught, just like it had the first time she’d seen this place.
    Spencer sat forward and removed his aviator shades, openly gawking. “Wow!”
    “Gorgeous, isn’t it?” She grinned at his obvious amazement. “The locals call it Alshshati Alssilmi meaning Peaceful Shore.” They pulled up next to a brilliant blue pond surrounded by palm trees and blooming tropical plants and she took a deep breath. “I call it heaven.”
    The driver opened her door and she got out, a gentle breeze blowing down off the dunes. Spencer followed, his hand lingering on her lower back as he took in the scenery. “Yeah, heaven seems like a pretty apt name for this place.”
    She told the driver to wait around the

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