by Tonya Burrows
~A SEAL's training~
Gabe wasn’t entirely sure what just happened. One minute he’d been reconnoitering the alleyway, wondering if Bryson had been taken from here because it has easy access to two different streets at both ends, and the next, a wisp of a woman shot out of the apartment building’s emergency exit like her ass was on fire. Then she took one look at his face and gave a bloodcurdling horror movie scream. As a SEAL, he was trained to handle most anything an enemy could throw at him, but a hysterical woman? What the fuck was he supposed to do with her?
~A SEAL’s cargo pants~
Those cargo pants had been his favorite pair, well-traveled and comfortably worn, and some doctor…Cut. Them. Off.
The fucker.
