Page 21 of Kidnapped By a SEAL

They’d swooped in, rescued her, and moved right on out. Just another job well done, she supposed.

Now Emily was the one left to recover and try to deal with everything she’d been through.

“How are you feeling?” Hunter asked, sinking down into a seat near her. He clasped his hands and leaned forward, those observant eyes noticing everything.

Was every man on the SEAL team like that?

Each one seemed acutely aware of their surroundings, on alert even when others might have let their guard down. Were they like this even back home?

“I’m still tired but otherwise not bad given the circumstances,” Emily said.

Hunter nodded. “I spoke with our CO. Of course military personnel will be meeting us when we land at Andrew’s, but State Department officials will be there to greet you as well. You’ll be transported by ambulance to a local hospital. They’ll get you checked out and hopefully released soon after. State has taken care of notifying your family. I understand you spoke with them already?”

“Yeah, I talked to my parents. And I was able to call my best friend, which felt surreal.”

“I bet. So you live in Washington?” he asked.

“Yep. I’ve got a condo in Georgetown.”

“Nice. Emma and I have visited there—my girlfriend,” he added. “Actually fiancée.”

“Oh, congratulations,” Emily said.

Hunter chuckled. “I guess I need to get used to saying that—we recently got engaged. Our team’s based down in Little Creek, but I’ll give you my contact information in case you need to reach one of us for anything. I know you’ve got friends and coworkers up here, but you never know.”

“Thanks. I did exchange contact info with Ryker. He said he found my necklace?”

Hunter nodded. “He did—it was kind of crazy for him to see it lying on the ground outside that makeshift camp we searched. I guess it was fate.”

“Fate.”

Hunter shrugged. “Whatever you want to call it. He tucked it in his pocket and forgot completely about it—he thought he lost it as we moved out.”

“He said he has it.”

“Yep. He found it again a week ago. Then we got new intelligence on your location and flew over here. Craziest damn thing, huh? Anyway, you’ve been through a lot. My own girlfriend—”

“Fiancée,” Emily interrupted with a smile.

“Shit—fiancée,” Hunter corrected, scrubbing his hand over his jaw. “She was on the run from some terrorist assholes in London.”

“Seriously?” Emily asked, her curiosity piqued. “Is she in the military, too? Or some sort of spy?”

Hunter chuckled. “Neither. She’s an archeologist. But she found something that had information they wanted back. They followed her to London and then all the way to the U.S. to get it back.”

“Damn,” Emily said.

“That’s how we met. I happened to be in a pub with Mason in London on R&R, and Emma literally ran right into me. Anyway, I know you’re a special agent and have training, but watch your six,” Hunter said. “You never know.”

“You think they’ll come after me?” she asked in disbelief.

“Do I? No. Ryker’s convinced you’re in danger though.”

“Ryker? Why on Earth would he think that?” she asked, wrinkling her brow. It was bad enough they’d held her for a month intending to make her one of that assholes many wives. But to track her down back in the states? That seemed unlikely at best.

“Izallah escaped, remember? But he doesn’t even know who you are. I mean, I’m assuming you didn’t give him your home address and cell number.”

“God, no. They just kept talking to each other in Arabic most of the time. Except for that—hey, did you guys see a teenage girl when you rescued me?”

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