“Focus on the task at hand.”
“Shut the fuck up, Agent Martin,” Matt said, “or you can be sent home on the next plane out of here. You’re here to observe, not comment, got it?”
Ace grumbled something, but he turned away and went over to flip through the resort flyers sitting on the table. Dane didn’t think he was really seeing the brochures so much as he was doing something to keep himself from exploding. But still, Dane hoped the asshole booked a shark cage tour in a faulty cage…
Focus.
“We have to move her,” Dane said.
“Agreed,” Matt replied. “Big Mac and I will swap with Ivy.”
Kev MacDonald nodded in agreement. Someone had told Dane that Kev’s wife was part of the team, which he found fucking amazing since women weren’t allowed to be SEALs, but she wasn’t on this op. She was in DC, working on an intel assignment. Nick Brandon’s fiancée was a member too—a fucking sniper of all damn things.
“She can’t stay alone.” Dane didn’t like the idea of Ivy being by herself, even if she was proficient with a weapon. She was no damn sniper. You don’t really know that, dude .
Yeah, yeah he did. Otherwise they’d be cleaning up a body instead of wondering who’d broken into her bungalow and where the asshole had gone.
Ace snorted as he turned back to them. “And who’s going to stay with her, buddy? You? Like hell.”
“No one is staying with me,” Ivy ground out.
Everyone turned as she walked out of the bathroom. She was wearing a long, body-hugging black dress and sandals. Every sweet curve was evident, and Dane’s throat tightened. Jesus, how could he still be so attracted to this woman?
“I’ll change bungalows, but I don’t need a babysitter.”
“No, you don’t need a babysitter—but you do need a bodyguard.”
She whipped her head around to glare at Dane. “You don’t get to have an opinion about my life anymore, Dane. You gave up that right years ago.”
Dane wanted to punch something. “This isn’t personal, Ivy. It’s fucking common sense. You need someone watching your back.”
“And that someone is gonna be me,” Ace said, walking over to stand beside Ivy. “She’s my partner, and we take care of each other.”
Matt’s eyes narrowed as he studied them all. “No, it’s not you, Ace,” he said coolly. “This is my operation and you’re an observer. You’re staying with Fiddler.”
Chase Daniels nodded, his expression brooking no argument. “That’s right, man, you’re with me.”
“Dane, you’re with Ivy,” Matt said. “Try not to kill each other, you hear?”
“If you want that, then you shouldn’t put us together,” Ivy snapped.
Matt turned to look at her. “Sorry, Agent McGill, but it makes the most sense. You two know each other, you don’t like each other, and there’ll be no awkwardness about staying in the same bungalow. You’ve seen each other naked, and you’re both apparently done with that part of the relationship. If I stick one of my other guys with you, who the fuck knows what will happen? I can’t afford any distractions—not to mention that Dane might explode if he thought someone else was making moves on you.”
“Why the fuck would I care?” Dane asked.
Matt snorted. “Dude, we always care. You might not want the lollipop anymore, but you don’t want anyone else having it either.”
Ivy’s eyes widened. She popped her hands on her hips. “I am not a lollipop, and I won’t be ordered around like my opinion doesn’t matter—”
“But it doesn’t, Agent McGill,” Matt said. “You’re an observer, and you observe at the pleasure of Colonel Mendez—to whom I report. If you don’t like what I’ve told you to do, there’s a plane back to DC with a seat for you. Your choice.”
If eyes could shoot laser beams, Ivy’s would have done so right about then. Dane didn’t think he’d ever seen her so pissed, even when she’d been glaring at him and telling him that he
“Shut the fuck up, Agent Martin,” Matt said, “or you can be sent home on the next plane out of here. You’re here to observe, not comment, got it?”
Ace grumbled something, but he turned away and went over to flip through the resort flyers sitting on the table. Dane didn’t think he was really seeing the brochures so much as he was doing something to keep himself from exploding. But still, Dane hoped the asshole booked a shark cage tour in a faulty cage…
Focus.
“We have to move her,” Dane said.
“Agreed,” Matt replied. “Big Mac and I will swap with Ivy.”
Kev MacDonald nodded in agreement. Someone had told Dane that Kev’s wife was part of the team, which he found fucking amazing since women weren’t allowed to be SEALs, but she wasn’t on this op. She was in DC, working on an intel assignment. Nick Brandon’s fiancée was a member too—a fucking sniper of all damn things.
“She can’t stay alone.” Dane didn’t like the idea of Ivy being by herself, even if she was proficient with a weapon. She was no damn sniper. You don’t really know that, dude .
Yeah, yeah he did. Otherwise they’d be cleaning up a body instead of wondering who’d broken into her bungalow and where the asshole had gone.
Ace snorted as he turned back to them. “And who’s going to stay with her, buddy? You? Like hell.”
“No one is staying with me,” Ivy ground out.
Everyone turned as she walked out of the bathroom. She was wearing a long, body-hugging black dress and sandals. Every sweet curve was evident, and Dane’s throat tightened. Jesus, how could he still be so attracted to this woman?
“I’ll change bungalows, but I don’t need a babysitter.”
“No, you don’t need a babysitter—but you do need a bodyguard.”
She whipped her head around to glare at Dane. “You don’t get to have an opinion about my life anymore, Dane. You gave up that right years ago.”
Dane wanted to punch something. “This isn’t personal, Ivy. It’s fucking common sense. You need someone watching your back.”
“And that someone is gonna be me,” Ace said, walking over to stand beside Ivy. “She’s my partner, and we take care of each other.”
Matt’s eyes narrowed as he studied them all. “No, it’s not you, Ace,” he said coolly. “This is my operation and you’re an observer. You’re staying with Fiddler.”
Chase Daniels nodded, his expression brooking no argument. “That’s right, man, you’re with me.”
“Dane, you’re with Ivy,” Matt said. “Try not to kill each other, you hear?”
“If you want that, then you shouldn’t put us together,” Ivy snapped.
Matt turned to look at her. “Sorry, Agent McGill, but it makes the most sense. You two know each other, you don’t like each other, and there’ll be no awkwardness about staying in the same bungalow. You’ve seen each other naked, and you’re both apparently done with that part of the relationship. If I stick one of my other guys with you, who the fuck knows what will happen? I can’t afford any distractions—not to mention that Dane might explode if he thought someone else was making moves on you.”
“Why the fuck would I care?” Dane asked.
Matt snorted. “Dude, we always care. You might not want the lollipop anymore, but you don’t want anyone else having it either.”
Ivy’s eyes widened. She popped her hands on her hips. “I am not a lollipop, and I won’t be ordered around like my opinion doesn’t matter—”
“But it doesn’t, Agent McGill,” Matt said. “You’re an observer, and you observe at the pleasure of Colonel Mendez—to whom I report. If you don’t like what I’ve told you to do, there’s a plane back to DC with a seat for you. Your choice.”
If eyes could shoot laser beams, Ivy’s would have done so right about then. Dane didn’t think he’d ever seen her so pissed, even when she’d been glaring at him and telling him that he
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