Dangerous Attraction: Part One (Aegis Group) by Sidney Bristol Read Free Book Online

needed another approach.
    Think. Think. Think.
    “Why do we have tools? Hammers, wrenches, all that stuff.” She grabbed a fry and popped it in her mouth. Yeah, so Gavin what’s-his-name had pegged her for being chubby. So what? She liked food.
    “Because they’re a more efficient way of getting a job done.”
    “Or...they do a job we physically cannot do. Think of...slot B...having parts that the human body cannot touch. Using the right tool you can. And...it’s fun. What’s wrong with that?”
    He continued to stare at her for several moments.
    “Nothing,” he finally said.
    “Are you seeing my point?”
    “Maybe.”
    “Travis, it’s not about tab A being the wrong size or length, it’s about finding a fun way to get the job done. Try it sometime.” She picked up her burger and took a bite.
    Victory tasted like a quarter pound of beef with melty cheese. Her stomach growled, driving home the point she hadn’t had breakfast.
    “Mm.” She licked a bit of cheese off her finger and glanced at Travis, who had yet to move.
    He was staring at her, but not in the same way he had when she was speaking. Now he looked more like he had in the car.
    All the positions.
    All of them? In one go? Or would he spread them out over a week?
    Shit.
    Her sister might very well have been kidnapped, and she was sitting in a burger joint daydreaming about sex. She plucked a fry from the cup and crossed her legs, ignoring the sizzle of awareness that shot up her leg when she brushed against Travis under the table.
    “What aren’t you telling me about the women that were found dead?” she asked again.
    The heat in his gaze died, and a predator of another nature stared back at her. She had no doubt that Travis Ration was a dangerous man. He was her dangerous man for now.
    “Believe me when I say you don’t want to know. We need to focus on finding your sister, fast.”
    “How are we going to do that? This guy, he got into their house, changed their security system, and God only knows what else.” When she looked at it like that, there wasn’t a lot of hope left.
    He sighed and rubbed the side of his head.
    “Port Said.”
    “What about it?” She didn’t really care anymore.
    “When we went into that op, we had seven guys to rescue two girls that were being held by a trafficking group. They controlled the area, took two of our guys hostage, and injured three others. That left me and another guy to make the call. I’m shit at field medicine, so he had to take care of the other three while I went to get our guys back and find the girls, but they’d moved them out of the city. I spent a couple days on my own, tracking them down to a fishing village where they were waiting for pickup.”
    “Shut up.” Her mind painted the images—a beautiful, Mediterranean vista, white buildings, blue mosaics, and men with guns. Lots of guns. In the middle of it all was Travis. She doubted he wore camo paint on his face, but her brain supplied that feature anyway.
    “Found the girls first, which was shitty luck, because they screamed every time they saw their shadow, but we all got out of there alive.”
    “Were you hurt?”
    “Yeah.”
    “How bad?”
    “Took a couple bullets, broke my nose.” He shrugged as if it weren’t an issue.
    “And you walked out of there?”
    “Adrenaline works for you in an instance like that.”
    She swallowed hard. Her brain wasn’t capable of comprehending what he’d done. It played in her head like an action flick, but it wasn’t entertainment. This was his life. He was the real deal.
    “What were you? I mean, before Aegis?”
    “I was a SEAL.”
    “Working for Aegis is better?”
    “It’s a good gig.” He shrugged. “My point is, if she’s out there, I’ll find her.”
    Bliss chewed her lip. He might find Wendy, but would she be alive?
    “You done?” He gestured to her folded wrapper and empty fry cup.
    “Yeah.” She glanced at her phone. Yet another message marked urgent hovered in