Gina raised her hand.“I’ll take a sample.”She waggled her eyebrows and grinned.
“Geez, Gina.Didn’t you get enough with Carson last night?”Alana shook her head.“Chase is a married man.”
“Not according to you,” Gina pointed out.
“Sorry, Gina.I would never cheat on my wife,” Chase said.“My mama taught me better.”
Gina shrugged.“Didn’t hurt to ask.”
“Gina, I’ll take you up on those shorts and a shirt,” Alana said.“I can’t go around Cabo in evening attire.”
“Coming right up.”Gina ducked into her room.
Chase glanced around the suite, consisting of two bedrooms and a sitting room with a red leather couch and two armchairs.
“Where do you want me to put my stuff?”He drew in a deep breath and let it out.“And don’t saywhere the sun doesn’t shine.I’m staying until the danger is past.If you don’t want me to sleep with you, I can sleep on the couch.But I’d prefer to ditch my bag in your room, if you don’t mind.”
Alana’s eyes narrowed, and she seemed to chew on her words before she answered.“Fine.Put the bag in my room.And no, you’re not sleeping with me.”
He nodded his head.“Although, since we’ve already consummated our marriage?—”
She frowned and huffed out, “We’re not married.”
At least she didn’t yell that time.Chase grinned.Maybe she was getting used to the idea.
His smile faded.Not that he was interested in continuing the insanity of married life, but he could be worse off.Alana was a pretty blonde.And he must have seen something in her last night to have gone so far as to marry her.His curiosity piqued, he vowed to discover what it was that had pushed him into agreeing to marry her when he’d been shit-faced drunk.
He opened his duffel bag and pulled out his dark trousers and one of the polo shirts Trevor had insisted he needed to wear in Cabo.Chase preferred a T-shirt or a cotton button-up, but the polo shirt might be better for daytime investigations.
He walked to Alana’s room and knocked on the doorframe.“Mind if I use the bathroom to shower and change?”
She closed her eyes and shook her head.“Would it matter if I did?”
He cocked an eyebrow.“I could ask to use Gina’s?”
Alana inhaled and let go of a long, steadying breath.“No.You can use mine after I shower.”
“Thanks.Let me know when you’re done.I’ll need to let my buddy know I’ve switched rooms.”
“What buddy?”
“Trevor Anderson, another former Navy SEAL.He might come in handy if Text Dude decides to get physical.”
“Don’t forget Carson,” Gina said from the other bedroom.“Three Navy SEALs ought to be able to put the hurt on one cartel thug.”
“I’m not worried about one cartel thug,” Chase said.“I’m more concerned about a gang of them.”
The musical sound of a text message reminder jingled from Gina’s room.
Chase stiffened.
“Uh, Mags and Chase…” Gina emerged from her room, carrying shorts and a shirt in one hand and staring down at her smartphone screen in the other.“Text Dude isn’t happy that we haven’t responded in an hour.”
Alana set her suitcase full of lingerie on the floor and crossed to where Gina stood.“What did he say?”
Gina handed her the phone.
I know where your friend is staying.
