her.
“Open this door!” Craig yelled, pounding at the metal panel again. “Did you think I wouldn’t find you?”
Oh God. Wrong move. Surely they knew better than this. Merino couldn’t be so insane as to send one of his best men in like this, at this moment. It was like sending a baby into a war zone. Clint was going to mow right through him.
“He’s dead.” Clint’s voice vibrated with wrath as he pushed her aside and headed for the door.
“Clint, wait!” Morganna cried out as he swiped the card through the lock and jerked the door open.
His hand latched onto Craig’s throat before Morganna could yell out in warning, pushing him across the hall and slamming him into the wall.
Years of backbreaking training and SEAL maneuvers had hardened Clint’s body, turning it into a living weapon of mass destruction when needed.
“Back off!” Clint snarled into Craig’s amazed expression.
The DEA agent was decked out in an overabundance of leather and chains that sang in an unholy jangle as Clint seemed to shake him without effort.
“Clint, dammit, let him go!” Morganna grabbed Clint’s arm, her nails biting into his forearm as Craig’s body tensed to fight.
“Get back, Morganna, before I rip your pansy-assed boyfriend in half,” Clint snapped.
“You’re crazy!” she yelled, attempting to shake him loose. “Let him go.”
“Is this how you get your jollies?” he snarled back at her. “Does Reno know where you go for fun, Morganna?”
The threat. There it was. That familiar warning that assured her Reno was going to get a phone call.
“I don’t know; does he know how you have your fun?” she sneered back. “Go ahead and rat me out like you always do and I’ll tell him what you had in mind for me before you were interrupted. Now let him go.” She slapped at Clint’s arm, furious, terrified. Craig was starting to turn blue.
Clint jerked his arm away, turning back to her, the primal danger she glimpsed in his eyes taking her breath. It wasn’t violence; it was lust. Pure, hot, unadulterated lust.
“Get out of here.” His voice was hoarse, his hands balling into fists as he faced her. “Get out of this club and get your ass home. Now. Right now, Morganna, or God help us both if I get my hands on you again.”
She jumped back, watching as Craig quickly moved around him. Craig’s hazel eyes were concerned, his wavy hair disheveled, as he gripped her arm and began pulling her backward down the hallway.
She stared back at Clint and knew it wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. The look in his eyes promised her he would come after her. Soon.
“Move it, girl,” Craig muttered as he dragged her behind him. “Merino is having fits in the van. This has fucked the entire night up.”
No shit. Morganna turned and followed him through the throng of dancers, nearly stumbling more than once as she fought to make her limbs cooperate. She could still feel Clint’s touch, still ached for his kiss. She wanted to look back, see if he was following, but she knew he was. She could feel him.
“He’s behind us,” she informed Craig as they moved through the front door.
“Tough,” Craig growled as the warm night air washed over them, the sultry South Carolina heat reminding her of Clint’s touch. “Get in your car and head home. We’ll meet up with you at the house later.”
“You can’t do that,” she snapped as they moved into the parking lot. “I’m telling you, he’s going to follow me to the house; he’ll have a fit. You’ve got to give me time to explain.”
“You get out of here; Merino will take care of the SEAL.”
Morganna turned on Craig. She jerked her arm away from him before slamming her hands into his chest and pushing him back.
“I said no,” she repeated furiously, aware that Clint would be turning the corner into the parking lot at any minute. “I’ll come in tomorrow and that’s final. Merino can wait on me this time.”
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Elizabeth Amelia Barrington