Trusting the SEAL (Saving the SEALs Series Book 3) Read Free

well-trained ex-Russian marksman. Or a middle-eastern based terrorist. Putin’s new regime needs funds so they’ve been known to deal arms on the black market.”
    The receptionist’s eyes widened and Toni rushed for the door. “Uh, Paige. Give us a moment please. Thank you.”
    Paige shot Spencer a wary look before exiting. He turned back in time to see Toni’s hands trembling as she closed the door, though she hid it quickly.
    “Well, then.” Toni straightened her own outfit before resuming her seat, her expression prim as a church lady on Sunday. “You seem to know an awful lot about the Russian military.”
    “Hang around Kandahar for a few months and you learn all sorts of interesting things.” He crossed his arms and narrowed his gaze on her pale face, wondering why she was trying so hard to act like the attack hadn’t just happened. “Look, ma’am, I know—”
    “Toni.”
    “Excuse me?”
    “You can call me Toni.” She smiled and his dismal outlook brightened a tad. “Since we’ll be working together.”
    “Oh, um, okay.” A bit surprised, he straightened his tie then shook her hand. “Great. I thought…”
    “Listen, Spencer. I’ve had my share of bodyguards who did everything by the book. And as you can see,” she gestured toward the hole in her window and the subsequent mess left behind, “that’s left me with certain… vulnerabilities. So, this time, I’m ready for a change. Ready to try something… outside the book.”
    “Right.” She couldn’t get much more outside the book than a rogue band of SEALs on a black ops mission to find a killer at all costs, he supposed. “Then I’m your man.”
    “Can you start immediately?” She escorted him back toward the door, oddly calm considering the fact she’d just been used for target practice. “I realize you might have things on your agenda today that you need to handle, but I’d like you to be on call in case anymore emergencies arise. Plus, we leave for Jubail in two days and I’ll need to get you up to speed on my itinerary before our departure and we’ll need to ensure you have all your travel documentation in order.”
    “Yes, ma’am.” At her impassive look, Spencer smiled. “Sorry. Toni. And I can start whenever you need me.”
    “Good.” She stopped near the receptionist desk again. “Be back in the office by tomorrow morning at nine sharp and we’ll get started. And leave your cell number with Paige in case I need to get ahold of you.” She turned to her assistant. “Call the police now and also the building super. I want to move my things across the hall and get the damage in my office repaired, please.”
    “Right away.” The blonde gave Spencer a not-so-subtle wink as she picked up her phone. “Have a great day, Mr. Nixon. Welcome aboard.”
    “Make sure you stay away from windows,” Spencer called to Toni’s retreating back as she walked away.
    “Already covered.” She raised her hand in response. “The room across the hall is interior. No views outside at all.”
    Right. Okay. Spencer wrote his cell number on a Post-it note, handed it to Paige, and headed back down to the building’s lobby, he couldn’t seem to shake off either his lingering concern for her well-being or his stupid grin. Babysitting an heiress wasn’t exactly at the top of his most-wanted-duties list, but perhaps this job would suck a bit less than he’d first anticipated. Not to mention the fact Kyle would flip when he told him about the note Miles Arrieta had sent to Toni. He pulled out his cell phone and sent off a quick text to his team about the new intel while he waited for the elevator to arrive.
    He reached the first floor again just as a contingent of security guards raced past him for the stairs and headed for Toni’s floor, while another rushed toward the front entrance, their radios squawking loud about reports of a possible active shooter situation and semi-conscious victims found in the neighboring