Navy SEAL Captive by Elle James Page A

stylish ponytail.
    She wore a tailored pantsuit in a soft cream color with a pale blue blouse beneath. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
    â€œI am.” Jenna slipped her purse strap over her shoulder.
    â€œWhew. I didn’t want to start my vacation off causing an injury. I hope you enjoy Cancún. I plan on it.” She smiled and walked away, stopping at a brochure stand near the excursion planner’s table.
    Sawyer cupped her elbow and led her toward the concierge’s desk.
    A man stood behind it, talking on a house phone. When they approached, he ended his call and set the handset on the base. “How can I help you?”
    Jenna stepped forward. “My suitcase didn’t arrive with me, and the airline assured me it would be sent on as soon as they found it. I don’t suppose it’s shown up?”
    The concierge clicked on a computer keyboard, his head bent, his eyes skimming the screen. Then he glanced up. “We had a delivery over an hour ago, and I believe that’s another arriving right now.” He nodded toward the door. “Do you have your claim ticket?”
    She handed the claim ticket to the concierge and waited while he checked in a room behind him, coming out empty-handed. “It’s not in the storage room, but let me check with the bellboy bringing in the latest arrivals’ luggage.”
    Before he finished speaking, a bellboy wheeled in a cart loaded with luggage. On top was a case just like the one back in the bridal suite with a sniper’s rifle inside. “That might be the one. The hard-sided gray one with the chrome grip.” Jenna pointed to the case.
    The bellboy grabbed it from the top and handed it to the concierge, who held the claim ticket up to the strip of paper looped around the handle and smiled. “This is your bag.”
    Jenna resisted the urge to snatch the case and run. Instead, she smiled and handed the bellboy a tip. “Thank you.” With as much dignity as she could muster, she turned toward the elevator and walked, though her feet wanted to fly.
    The elevator was already crowded, but several others entered the elevator with her and Sawyer. The man in the cowboy boots and the one with the blue polo shirt stepped into the car right before the doors closed. As more people crowded in, Jenna bumped into someone behind her.
    A feminine chuckle sounded. “We have to stop meeting this way.”
    Jenna turned in the tight space to find the brunette standing against the back of the elevator car.
    â€œWe’re bound to since we’re in the same hotel.” The woman held out a hand. “Hi. I’m Becca Smith.”
    Jenna took her hand. “Jenna Broyles.”
    Becca eyed Sawyer. Jenna opened her mouth to introduce him, but he beat her to it.
    â€œI’m Mr. Broyles, Jenna’s husband.” His lips turned up at the corners, causing her heart to flip. “We’re still trying to get used to the fact we’re married now.”
    Becca’s brows rose. “Oh, newlyweds.” She glanced at Jenna’s hand. “Show me your ring. I’ll bet it’s gorgeous.”
    Heat crawled up Jenna’s neck, and she hid her hand behind her back.
    Sawyer’s arm slipped around her waist and pulled her close. “She had to leave it at the jeweler’s. One of the prongs holding in a diamond came loose.”
    â€œYes,” Jenna said, relief making her gush a little too much. “I didn’t want to lose a diamond on the trip. I thought it best to have it taken care of while I was gone.”
    â€œGood thinking,” Becca said. She nodded toward the suitcase. “Only one suitcase between the two of you?”
    Jenna laughed. “Hardly. This one was late.”
    The elevator slid to a stop on the third floor, and the man in the blue polo shirt got off without having spoken a word or glancing in their direction the entire ride up.
    One fewer suspect in the car