Page 47 of Guarded By the SEAL
“You can’t just show up on my doorstep—”
“Is your wife home? Is that the problem?”
He cursed and grumbled something unintelligible. “The Danforth Marina in twenty minutes. Come alone.” The call disconnected.
Wyatt spoke the address into his GPS, then called Logan and told him about the change in plans. “It’s thirteen minutes from here, and we still need to get you wired up.” Wyatt floored it in a desperate attempt to gain time, his mind running through possibilities. “Why the marina?”
“I don’t know. Why not the marina?”
“Whatever you do, don’t let him take you on a boat. Do you hear me, Teslyn? We won’t be able to follow you. I can’t protect you if you leave the scene.”
“I’m not stupid, Wyatt.”
“He’s planning something. A boat would give him the upper hand, and make it relatively easy to get rid of you. Just talk on the docks. That’s all.”
She shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Got it.”
His phone rang. “What’s up?” he asked.
“There’s a gravel parking lot five hundred yards up the hill from the marina. Meet us there to place the wire.”
“Will do.” He managed to make up two minutes on the journey, leaving them with enough time to wire Teslyn with the remote recorder. They hopped out of the truck. Logan and Jax were already waiting for them.
“I need you to unbutton your blouse,” said Logan, crossing to Teslyn with several wires over his arm.
Wyatt began to pace.
Logan tore off a piece of duct tape with his teeth. “The whole unit is waterproof, except the wireless transponder. If you go into the water, we’ll lose our connection, and only the physical recording will remain. Do you understand?” He taped the wire down her belly, a tiny microphone anchored between her breasts.
“I understand. Don’t get in the water, don’t get on a boat. Got it.”
She doesn’t know how to swim.
Wyatt knew what was at stake, but that one detail made her seem so fragile, and he worried for her safety.
“Definitely don’t get on a boat.” Logan shook his head. “You’d go out of range, and we wouldn’t be able to get to you quickly.”
Wyatt put his hands on his hips. He felt powerless, and he hated nothing more than feeling powerless. “If you need us, you say, ‘sunshine’. You got that? Sunshine.”
“Sunshine. Got it.” Her eyes shot to his, and he felt the connection humming between them like a bolt of electricity.
“It’s not too late to scrap this plan, Tess,” he said. “The guys and I can handle Pritchard without you.”
She shook her head. “I’m okay.”
Logan pulled the sides of her shirt closed. “I’m finished. You can button up.”
Wyatt stepped forward and buttoned it for her, aware of the stares of the other men. “Just get him to admit he’s Ivy’s father, and get the hell out of there. No hero bullshit. You got that?”
“Got it.” She held out her hand. “Keys?”
He reached in his pocket and handed them to her. Pritchard had demanded she show up alone, so show up alone, she would. “Be careful. You still owe me a dance,” he said.
She smiled. “Do I get to pick the song?”
“Sweetheart, as long as you come back, you can pick anything you like.”
She went up on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. “See ya.”
