wasn't worth it to her or the investigation to risk it.
Calmer now, Dani stood and went back to packing. Drew was right, she knew it—she didn't have to like it, but she couldn't disagree.
“Come in,” she called, expecting Drew when a knock sounded at the door. She was feeling better but still wasn't over her pique. To her surprise, Ty entered, shutting the door behind him.
“Hand me your cell phone,” he said moving toward her.
“My what?” she asked.
“Your cell,” he repeated.
Dani arched her brow, debating whether or not to ask why. Deciding against it, she picked it up from the bedside table, entered her password, and tossed it to him. He caught it one-handed and began entering numbers.
“My contact info,” he said in explanation. “In case you get bored or need to bitch about your boss,” he added with a smile. Turning the phone off, he tossed it back to her.
She shook her head and gave him a conciliatory look. “Drew's right,” she said on a sigh as she tucked a skirt into the bag.
“Doesn't mean you have to like it though,” Ty responded and moved closer to her.
“No, I don't,” she agreed. “What are you doing up here?”
“At the risk of losing my cojones, Drew sent me. Although I would have come up anyway. He wants me to make sure you get on the plane. The right plane, to San Diego,” he added.
Dani glanced at him. His honesty surprised her, as did his easy tone. He also didn't look all that concerned about her temper. “I have to say this is the first time Drew has willingly sent a man to my room to handle me,” she responded with a self-deprecating smile.
“Has he unwillingly sent a man to your room?” Ty asked, his brow arched in interest, even as he took a step toward her.
“Ha ha, you know what I mean,” she rolled her eyes and turned toward her closet.
“Is he trying to protect your virtue?” Ty teased, reaching her. His hands made contact with her shoulders and she turned to face him.
“He may be trying to protect someone but it sure isn't me,” Dani answered. They were standing less than a foot apart and his hands had moved from her shoulders to her neck, with one making its way gently into her hair. His expression had changed again to a more familiar one. And she breathed a small sigh of relief. Whatever had been bothering him earlier, when she'd seen him talking to Drew, wasn't bothering him now.
“I wouldn't be so sure about that,” Ty said before he kissed her.
She responded and accepted his contact. Her hands came up to his chest and he deepened the kiss. Just as she started to curl her fists into his clothes and lean into him he pulled back enough to look at her.
Dani blinked, bringing herself back into the here and now. “What was that for?” And why did you stop? Even she heard the yearning in her own voice. She wanted more. Maybe not the whole thing quite yet, but more.
He smiled. “It's a tradition between people who like each other and aren't going to see each for a few days. It's called a goodbye kiss. I'm sure you've heard of them.”
She looked at him from beneath her eyelashes, letting him know what she thought of that reasoning, but stepped back and resumed packing. “You kiss everyone goodbye like that?”
“Just you, sweetheart.” He moved away making it easier for her to focus.
“So, tell me the plan then,” Dani prompted switching back to work mode.
“Marmie gave me the details before I came up. There's a military transport leaving at around noon.”
That would explain his stepping away, Dani acknowledged. Her flight left in less than an hour.
“It will get you to San Diego before four,” he continued. “I'll check out the potential sites Savendra might go to and find a hotel somewhere convenient. We'll call you when you land and give you the details.”
“That's right, it's your old stomping ground,” Dani commented, remembering the SEAL training facility in San Diego. “As long as the hotel doesn't have fleas, I'll be happy,” she added, shoving one more pair of shoes into her bag and zipping it shut.
“We'll find you something nice. I might even toss in a couple of good food recommendations,” he offered as she hefted her bag over her shoulder.
“Ah,” she sighed. “A man after my own heart.” And, as she said it, she wondered if there was more truth to