“He would have to be out of his mind to kill me. He knows what this organization can do. If he hears that we’re onto his connection with Qassim, maybe he’ll back off.”
“I’ll contact his people, set something up. In the meantime, how’s Ms. Hamilton doing?”
“She’s good.” Derek wiped the smile off his face.
“You have it bad,cabrón. I say her name, and your eyes light up.”
Derek glared at him. “My eyes do nothing.”
Corbray got an idiot grin on his face. “If you say so.”
Derek changed the subject. “The sooner we get her out of here, the better. I don’t want to give him another crack at her. If the driver of that vehicle had crashed into our gates and detonated the IED there, it would have taken out the gates, maybe even brought down the perimeter wall, and left us open to attack.”
Corbray nodded. “We need all boots on deck to finalize her extraction. I want to meet her. If she’s special enough to turn you inside out—”
“I amnotinside out.”
Corbray chuckled. “Keep telling yourself that.”
“Fuck you.”
“Nah, man, you’re not my type.”
They met Doc Sullivan after that to see what he had to say about Jenna’s condition and ability to travel.
“She’s going to be recovering for at least a month, with headaches and brain fog, so if you can give her another few days, that would be ideal.”
With that information, they went to work, Derek popping upstairs for a moment to check on her. He found her in her bathrobe brushing her hair, just the sight of her making his heart beat faster. Hell, maybe Corbray was right.
“How do you feel?”
She set her hairbrush down and stepped into his arms. “The headache is better, but my brain feels like it’s full of cotton. I look like the Bride of Frankenstein.”
“You’ve got a nasty bruise around your eye, but you look damned good.”
She laughed. “That’s your gonads talking.”
He inhaled her scent, the feel of her precious. “You should listen to them.”
“I’m too busy listening to my own. They want you to get inside my pants.”
Didn’t he wish? “Tell them to hold that thought. Javier Corbray, my business partner, wants to meet you when you feel up to it.”
“Just let me get dressed and get some breakfast.”
“Why don’t we meet you there?”
Ten minutes later, she walked into the mess hall, wearing faded jeans and a soft lavender top that seemed to accentuate her curves.
That’s your gonads again.
They both stood, Corbray extending his hand, a shit-eating grin on his face. “Ms. Hamilton, I’m so glad I finally get to meet you. I’m Javier Corbray, co-owner of Cobra.”
Jenna gave him that beautiful smile of hers. “It’s good to meet you, too. Derek has been taking good care of me.”
Corbray grinned. “That’s what I hear.”
Derek wanted to punch him.