“Thanks.” She checked it. “Is there any spare ammo?”
He held up a box of fifty. “There’s another fifty in my backpack.”
She tucked the Glock under her pillow, then got to her feet and stretched, her T-shirt riding up, exposing her belly.
¡Coño! Damn.
He should go back to thinking of her as Sister María. She might go by Gabriela now, but he could treat her the way he’d treated her before—with respect and distance and no hard-ons. Yeah, he could do that.
There wasno wayhe could do that.
Her gaze shifted back to the television. “They’re not saying anything new, which tells me they don’t know anything specific about you—not yet.”
He needed to rein in his hormones, get sex out of his head, so he retreated to familiar terrain. “Have you ever shot to kill?”
“I’ve had firearms training, but I’ve never fired at a person before.”
“Do you think you can do it? That Glock won’t help either of us if you hesitate. You have to be able to react and pull the trigger before the bad guys do.”
She seemed to consider his question. “I guess I won’t know for certain until I’m in that situation, but I have no moral qualms about killing to save my life—or yours.”
Dylan kept his gaze on his gear as he repacked it. “We should have an escape plan in case they catch up with us here.”
“I’m all for that.” She sat beside him, hands in her lap—close enough for him to smell the sweet floral scent of her hair.
Dylan glanced around the room. “If they catch us in here, we’re fucked. I wish we had some kind of cams on the lobby or the elevators, but we don’t. Apart from our view of the street, we’re blind.”
“Cobra might be able to hack the hotel’s security camera feed. They could tip us off if the National Police or Sánchez’s Guachimanes show up.”
That was a damned good idea.
“I’ll check in and ask. In the meantime, we’ve got the elevators and the stairwell not far from the door.”
“Neither of those will be useful. The elevators have cams, so they’ll know right where we are. They would probably anticipate our trying to escape via the stairway and might lock it down or come up that way.”
She was sexy—and smart.
Why did she have to be sexyandsmart?
But she wasn’t done. “Our best bet for a quick escape might be to break into an unoccupied room or a supply closet and wait them out.”
“How do we know which rooms are unoccupied?”
“Oh, I don’t know—maybe we knock?” Her lips curved in a smile that turned him inside out. “Housekeeping!”
It would be so easy to kiss that smile off her face, to push her back onto the bed, to peel off her clothes and—
He shot to his feet, set the backpack down in the corner. “I’m going to the gym.”
“The gym?” She seemed to sense his frustration. “Is something wrong?”
Ah, shit. She’s probably reading you like a book,cabrón.
He turned his face away from her. “I need to work off some of this stress.”
What he needed to work off was his pent-up sexual energy.
He grabbed his key card and headed toward the door. “I won’t be gone long.”