“My gut says so. It’s the only thing that makes any sense.”
She nodded, because her instincts were saying the same thing.
He tossed the towel away, turned, and started pulling on his clothes. Lissa ignored a sharp tug of lust she didn’t want to feel. They needed to find Timmy. The boy was all that mattered.
She wondered if Colt would mention last night, but he was a man, so she didn’t really think so. Sex was just part of his life, an itch he scratched. Nothing more.
She told herself that was all it had meant to her and ruthlessly set out to make herself believe it.
THEY’DBEENONthe road for two hours. Colt gassed up the car and pulled into a McDonald’s drive-thru for coffee and Egg McMuffins, then they were back on the highway. It was three hundred miles from San Antonio to Monterrey, traveling the closest route, which was straight down I-35 until they reached the border.
It no longer mattered where Spearman had crossed. If they were right, he was already in Mexico, already back in his compound. If he was with Timmy, getting the boy out wasn’t going to be easy.
Colt sliced a glance at Lissa. They had been carefully avoiding each other all morning. He was tired of it.
“About last night...”
Her gaze swung toward him, surprise clear on her face.
One of his eyebrows went up. “What? You didn’t think I was going to mention it?”
She just shrugged. “I figured you might just be in it for the conquest.”
He grunted. “If anyone made a conquest last night, it was you.”
A faint smile curved her lips. “Is that right?”
“Yeah, and as far as I’m concerned, you can conquer me again as soon as this is over.”
She laughed, easing some of the tension inside the car. “We were good together.”
He slanted her a glance. “Understatement of the year.”
“All right, we were dynamite together.”
“C-4, and considering I’ve had some experience with explosives, I know the difference.”
Her golden-brown eyes traveled over the black patch on his face. “Is that what happened to your eye?”
He nodded. “IED took out our Humvee. Killed a couple of our guys.”
“Liam?”
“No. He was killed a month earlier.”
She returned her attention to the road, watching the miles slip past, the endless flat landscape broken only by an occasional oak or a patch of scattered green shrubs along the interstate. “How do we get Timmy out?”
“Good question. First we need to be sure he’s there. We need intel. Once we have it, we’ll figure how to get him out.”
Her gaze remained on his face, bringing a memory of the way she had looked at him last night, with a concern that hinted at the soft woman inside the tough shell. It made him want to know more about her, made him want to take her again, watch the pleasure bloom on her face when he brought her to climax.
His blood heated and slid straight into his groin. The cold shower he’d taken had done nothing to end the lust dogging him all morning.
“We need a helicopter,” Lissa said, drawing his attention back where it belonged.
His mouth edged up. “Funny you should say that. I’ve been thinking about it since we left the motel. I’ve got a friend, retired from the Laredo Air Force Base, ex–helo pilot named Alex Romero. He owns his own chopper now, does charters, tours of the area, anything to make a buck.”
“Will he fly us into Mexico?”
