Engaging his Enemy (Shattered SEALs #4) - Amy Gamet Page 0,29
talking about?”
“His eye is nearly swollen shut!”
He put his hand on her elbow, turning her around before she snatched it away. “I didn’t touch him. Come on, we need to get inside.” The house smelled delicious. He looked up the staircase to the second floor. “Where’s Wyatt?”
“In his room. Is something wrong?”
“Ben went to the warehouse this evening and had a run-in with his clients. They’re watching the house. HERO Force is on their way over.”
She splayed her hand over her heart. “My house?”
He nodded, moving to a wide picture window and closing the drapes. “Help me with these.” When they were done, she ran upstairs to have Wyatt do the same.
Razorback called on Moto’s cell phone. “We’ve identified two tangos already. They weren’t hiding. Pretty easy to spot. No sign of a sniper’s nest that I can see. We’re checking out the rest of the neighborhood.”
He felt better already just having them here. “Thanks.”
“Let’s regroup at six hundred hours to go over our plan for the ship’s arrival. I called the feds. They’re getting a copy of the manifest and will set up a sting operation. We’ll provide backup.”
“See you then.” He hung up.
Davina came back downstairs. “He’s a little freaked out. Hell, I’m a little freaked out, too.”
“HERO Force is outside. They’ll make sure nothing happens to us tonight.” He was comfortable with the men there. More comfortable than he was with Davina in here, and the things he needed to say.
“And after that?” she asked.
“We’ll need to shut DeRegina down, with the help of the feds. He’s already moving his operations into the port.”
She crossed her arms. “Are we in danger?”
“Not tonight.”
“That’s not exactly comforting.”
He gently rubbed her upper arms. “You’re safe. I promise.”
She leaned her head forward and he did the same, their foreheads resting on each other. “I made your favorite soup,” she said.
“Did you put it down the garbage disposal?”
“Not yet.”
“Thank you.” He let her go and moved to the kitchen.
Ben was at the table with a big bowl of soup in front of him and an ice pack against his cheekbone. “This is phenomenal.”
Davina winked at Zach as she reached for another bowl. “Glad you like it, Ben.” She ladled some into the bowl and tore off a piece of crusty bread, handing it to Zach before leading the way back into the living room and settling beside him on the sofa.
The soup was amazing, with spicy hot sausage, bits of bacon, and cubes of potatoes. Sitting with her like this, it was easy to imagine more nights just like this one, more time spent in her company. He couldn’t keep her at arm’s length. He never could.
Being with Davina didn’t have to be all-consuming. He planned to be in town to see Wyatt. There was no reason he couldn’t see Davina, too. Have quiet dinners just like this one. Share her bed if she’d have him. Wyatt wouldn’t even have to know they were seeing each other, and Moto would have all the time he needed to secure his relationship with his son.
When he was done eating, he set his bowl aside, ready to share his plans with Davina. “I’ve been doing some thinking.” He took her hand, staring at it wrapped in his own, liking the way it looked there. “I want you in my life. Both of you. I’ll help support Wyatt financially, of course. And I’d like to visit once a month, spend some time getting to know him.”
“That sounds fine.”
“I’d like to spend some of that time with you, too. Keep the focus on Wyatt, but there’s no reason you and I can’t be together if that’s what we both want. I do think it’s best if we keep my relationship with him separate from my relationship with you.”
She cocked her head. “Well, you’ve got it all planned out, don’t you?”
“I thought I did.” He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed the back of it. “I thought I could keep you at arm’s length and act like you didn’t matter to me anymore.” He chuckled. “But that plan didn’t work out so great.”
“Will we be sleeping together?”
The first warning bell went off in his brain at her direct and forward question, but he didn’t see where the danger was coming from. “If that’s what you want. I know it’s what I want.”
“Hmm. Interesting. And what about feelings? Are those allowed in your little plan?”
Now the alarm bell was ringing crystal clear, but it was too late