Navy SEAL Captive by Elle James Page B

with them didn’t make Jenna any more relaxed.
    Becca glanced down at the brochures in her hands. “Are you two planning any excursions? I was thinking of deep-sea fishing, parasailing or zip-lining.”
    â€œI don’t know about the fishing or parasailing,” Jenna responded. “But the zip-lining was okay.”
    Sawyer snorted. “If you don’t mind heights and plunging hundreds of feet down a cliff into the dark jungle.”
    The brunette looked from Jenna to Sawyer and back. “I take it you two went and didn’t enjoy it?”
    Jenna shrugged. “The anticipation of a violent death was worse than the actual event.”
    â€œYou have no idea,” Sawyer muttered.
    The bell dinged and Becca said, “This is my floor. I hope to bump into you again.” She edged her way through several others and exited.
    The man in the cowboy boots got off on the next floor, stopped and turned back toward the elevator doors as they closed. He stared into the car, his eyes narrowing. Jenna could swear he was looking straight at her.
    A shiver shook her frame as the elevator rose. People got out until she and Sawyer were the only two left to ride the rest of the way to the top floor.
    Jenna held her comments until they stood outside the bridal suite. “I’m getting twitchy.”
    Sawyer ran the key card over the reader. The green light flashed on, and he pushed the door open. “What do you mean?” he asked, holding the door for Jenna to enter.
    He followed, letting go of the door. It closed, shutting them into the room, away from prying eyes and curious people. Once inside, he pulled off the cap and sunglasses, exposing his gorgeous dark brown eyes and rumpled brown hair.
    Off balance because of his mere presence, Jenna put distance between them. “I couldn’t read the people in the lobby.” She crossed the large living area and ducked into the bedroom.
    â€œWhat people were you trying to read?” Sawyer followed her, stopping in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest.
    Jenna hefted her suitcase onto the bed and flicked open the clasps. With a sense of relief, she stared down at the beautiful clothes she’d purchased with Carly’s help before the trip. For the past year, she’d scrimped and saved for the wedding and the honeymoon. And for what? Her groom ran off with her former best friend. Fortunately, they hadn’t combined their bank accounts, or she might have been out all of her savings.
    She’d taken half the money they would have used for a down payment on a house and bought a whole new wardrobe, including sexy lingerie, with the intention of having the time of her life...and maybe even a fling while in Cancún...without Tyler.
    She glanced from beneath her lashes at the man in the doorway, her imagination running rampant. A fling with Sawyer would far exceed her expectations. He was infinitely more muscular than Tyler, besides being utterly sexy and dangerous. Her heart fluttered, and she had to bring herself back to what was important. The danger that surrounded them.
    â€œWhat bothered me most about going to the lobby and even riding up in a crowded elevator was the unknown,” Jenna said. “The assassin could have been any one of the people in the lobby or elevator. He might appear to be a man on vacation in khaki slacks...”
    â€œOr a guy in a blue polo shirt,” Sawyer finished for her.
    She nodded. “You were looking, too, weren’t you?”
    He straightened. “Now that you have your suitcase, you might be in the clear. All the more reason for me to get the gun case out of your possession.”
    Jenna gnawed on her lower lip. “What are you going to do with it?”
    â€œI know someone who could run fingerprints on it.”
    â€œHaven’t we handled it too much to lift clean prints?” she asked. What was she saying? She knew nothing about fingerprints and how to collect