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She looked startled for a moment, her pretty lips parting and face flushing even more.Unable to resist, Sawyer leaned down and brushed a quick kiss across her lips, enjoying their plump softness and the sweetness that was pure Riley.He wanted to roar in victory at her little whimper and the way she’d instinctively moved even closer to him.“If I was a betting man, I’d wager you’ll discover my ink sooner rather than later,” he drawled.“And I can’t fucking wait.”
Chapter 13
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SAWYER TOOK A PULLfrom his beer, seated a few barstools down from where tiger boy stood.The more he looked at the tattoo, the more he realized it was real.Seemed an odd choice, but what the hell did he know?Maybe the guy had gotten it when he was young and dumb.
He watched as the man lifted his jacket off the barstool and briefly placed it onto the bar to sit down.It was damn perfect timing.Sawyer reached over to grab a napkin, neatly sticking the tracking device on the inside of the jacket.The guy hadn’t even noticed, too busy ogling the women seated across the way.He shoved the jacket back onto his lap after he’d taken a seat, and Sawyer smirked.
He only had to hope the guy didn’t leave it here.If they didn’t see or intercept the message that was being delivered, Riley now had another method to follow his movements this evening.As long as the jacket went with him.
And meanwhile?Sawyer had set plans of his own into motion.
He drummed his fingers on the bar, his gaze briefly landing on his phone.He’d hear back from Wyatt shortly.Riley would no doubt be pissed that Sawyer was looping in his teammates, but what choice did he have?Sawyer had a picture of the man selling weapons.It’d be easy enough to run his photo through facial recognition software or search the records on base.Easy, as long as he used the resources available to him.
One way or another, this was ending.
The buzzing of his phone caught his eye, and he scanned over the text.
Wyatt:I thought you said Riley was IDing the guy at the bar.You were supposed to find the second guy—the one with access to storage areas on base.
Sawyer:Change of plans.I’m at Coconuts and snapped a photo of the first man.
Sawyer:We just need to ID the fool.
Wyatt:This could be our careers if she’s playing us.
Sawyer:Then I’ll do it on my own.Think he’ll notice if I steal his wallet to take a little looksie at his military ID?
Wyatt:The hell you won’t.Send me the goddamn picture.
Sawyer chuckled under his breath, thumbing another message to his team leader along with the photos he’d snapped.His buddies might think this was a bad idea, but he trusted Riley.Her story checked out, and although he had more questions, it wasn’t enough to make him hesitate in helping her.
Riley emerged from the kitchen just then, carrying a tray loaded with meals.He nearly stood to go help her with the heavy load, then stopped himself.This was her job.And if he left when they’d managed to have the perfect opportunity fall into their laps, he’d be a fool.Sure, they finally had a face to ID the guy, but this mofo could lead them to a hell of a lot more.
Taking a long pull of his beer, Sawyer nearly chuckled as his gaze swept the bar.Nope.This was almost too fucking easy.A teenage boy stood to the side, looking awkwardly out of place.He had on sneakers and jeans and was wearing a leather jacket, almost looking like he was trying to fit into a bar scene.
