Fain held up a hand. “You’ll horrifically murder me and do something vile with my corpse. Yeah, I get that. I’ll make sure Taggart comes out of it alive.”
“And I’ll find everything I possibly can on Santos. I won’t let it slip through the cracks, Case. You’ll see. I’ll be as good as Adam and I’ll keep my mouth shut,” Hutch said. “Until we get back to Dallas. Tell me we’ll bring Big Tag in then because if we don’t he really will kill me and do something horrible with my corpse. He promises like three times a day.”
“We’ll call him before we even leave here.” Case didn’t want to leave Ian out a second longer than he had to. He would turn the entire mission over to his brother because Ian was the best. Ian was Theo’s best shot and he wouldn’t give Theo any less. There was no ego in Case when it came to a mission. He only wanted it to succeed and this one more than ever.
“We touch down in two hours and then we head to the hotel,” Mia said with a reassuring smile. “I’ve got us a couple of rooms and I’ll find a private doctor.”
Case looked at Hutch, giving him a stare he should understand.
Hutch nodded and immediately got up. “There’s a SAT connection in the office. I’ll find something suitably off the beaten track. I’ve got extra ID for my team.”
“I’ve got my own,” Fain pointed out. “What can I say? I’m a Boy Scout. I’m always prepared.”
Mia looked back at him, suspicion plain on her face. “What do you mean ‘off the beaten track’? I’ve got us rooms at the Four Seasons. A suite of rooms to be precise. I’ll get a couple more so we can all be comfortable.”
Yes, a suite where there would likely be a bunch of very well-dressed kidnappers waiting for her sweet ass. “Cancel those reservations. We’re doing this my way from now on, princess.”
“But I had a massage scheduled,” she said, her eyes wide.
He would totally give her a massage. With his dick. From the inside out. He smiled and sat back, enjoying how worried she looked.
“I’m not going to like your way, am I, Case?”
He was going to make sure she liked his way a lot. The hotel, on the other hand, would probably horrify her.
CHAPTER FIVE
Mia looked at the sad little motel with a sigh. Her suite at the Four Seasons would have been in the heart of Cartagena, with its gorgeous Colonial era buildings and historical sites. This place was a one-story dump that might serve as a set for a horror movie. Specifically the ones where the dumbass American tourists got chopped up and didn’t even get to have sex first.
At least she was on the beach.
“This place isn’t even on the Internet,” Hutch said as though completely proud of himself for finding a motel that looked as though fifty murders occurred in it every day. He sat in the back seat of the SUV that had been waiting for them at the airport. Also Hutch’s idea. She’d had a limo waiting for her and Case that Hutch had nixed.
All her romantic plans trashed because of stupid kidnappers.
She’d told herself at the time that it was nothing more than a mission to save Case’s brother. That she owed her friends this. Now she could look back and see that she’d been using it as an excuse to get close to him.
What kind of woman did that make her?
“I got a recommendation from a friend,” Hutch continued. “He says this place takes cash and asks no questions. But also is fairly clean. I can get a good signal from the rooms I reserved. I called in at the airport and they’re holding three west-facing rooms for us. Apparently that’s where I can get the best SAT signal.”
Hutch was worried about satellite and cell phone signals. She was worried about disease and bugs.
And Case. She was about to be alone in a room with Case because he’d explained that there was no way she was sleeping on her own.
Would she sleep? Or would she finally get in that cowboy’s boxers?
Now that the moment was here, she was a little nervous. A lot nervous. Case was more than a good lay and despite the fact that they seemed to be getting along, they had a lot to talk about.
Shouldn’t they talk? It had seemed so easy when he was kissing her on the plane and touching her and making her crazy with his mouth. But now, after what they’d been through, shouldn’t they have a conversation?
“I’ll get the keys,” Hutch said as he opened the back door.
“I’ll go with him.” Ezra hopped out beside him.
Michael snored from the third row. Hutch had arranged for a private doctor to meet them. He’d come on the plane and asked absolutely no questions as he’d given Michael a shot of antibiotics and a painkiller. He’d told Case that the wound had been properly stitched and to keep Michael on antibiotics for a few days and he would be fine. He’d taken his money, given them a bottle of pills, and walked away.
At least her money was good for something.