Page 64 of Flint's Battle

“We’re both breathing, so, it’s my watch.”

“You’re such a nerd. But I love you even more for it.”

Damn, his smile. It was sin and promise and so beautiful she nearly cried.

Flint leaned in close, his sexy mouth an inch away. “Say that again.”

“You’re a nerd.”

“The other part.”

She brushed her lips over his. “I love you.”

“Of course you do. I’m irresistible.”

“In an infectious disease sort of way…”

She laughed when he pouted, cursing the stab of pain through her ribs. “Fine. You’re irresistible. Just try to curb those vibes until I’m fit enough to fight off all my competition.”

His gaze softened, all that love he’d said he felt staring back at her. “You don’t need anything more than your smile for that, sweetheart. Though, I do enjoy watching you hand someone their ass.”

She beckoned him closer with a nod, losing herself in his mouth until a throat cleared behind him, a chorus of groans sounding through the room.

Flint ignored them for a few more seconds, brushing his thumb along her lip once he’d eased back before finally glancing over his shoulder. His team filed in, followed by Blake, Kian and Porter. All looking more than a bit amused.

Bowie tsked. “Don’t you two have any restraint?”

“After nearly losing her, again, you’re lucky you only walked in on us kissing.”

Bowie shook his head. “Pretty sure that’s got more to do with her injuries than your restraint, buddy, but keep telling yourself that.”

Flint flipped off Bowie then nodded at Porter. “Adam, I didn’t expect to see you here, today. Thought you’d be busy cleaning up that factory.”

Porter smirked. “Maybe if you’d left anyone alive to talk to, I would have had something to do. And Milligan’s the one still ‘cleaning’. Which reminds me. He told me to tell you that the two of you need to have a chat. Whatever that means.”

“I’m sure it’s about how I was toldnotto shoot any more bad guys. And I left Lewis alive for you.”

Porter shuffled on his feet and Emery knew things were about to get worse. “So, there’s been a development…”

Flint groaned when Porter stood there. “Just spit it out.”

“He’s dead.”

Flint was on his feet in a heartbeat. “Dead? No way. I only hit him twice in his vest. Sure, he was bruised, but he was alive. And trust me, that was definitely me executing self-restraint.”

Porter nodded. “You’re right. But I guess someone was afraid of what he’d say because he was found dead in his secure cell this morning. Single gunshot to the head.”

“A professional hit? Inside a secure cell?”

Porter leaned against the wall. “My money’s on someone loyal to the Russos. While you guys definitely thinned the herd, there’re obviously a few still breathing. But you should celebrate the win. It’ll be a long time before the Russos or any other cartel can rebuild the network they had established. Thank you.”

“Except for that Coast Guard connection. That’s still in play.”

“About that…” Porter grinned as he looked over at Blake. “I was going to tell Blake and Kian, first, but I’m sure they won’t mind sharing in the good news. That guy who got away in the boat last night wasn’t quite the sailor he thought he was when he got caught in the storm. His fellow teammates picked his ass up when his boat got trapped against a reef. Lieutenant Commander Greg Hansen won’t be handing out any more classified schedules or information for a long ass time.”

Blake stepped forward. “It was Hansen?”

Porter sighed. “He’s already confessed to letting Henry and his men in through the gate. Had been working with them on the side for years. But he swears he’s the only one here.”

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