better.”
“So how was this plan going to work if you were setting yourself up as bait with no back up?”
She dug in her purse, pulled out a paper and extended it. “I intended to drop this in the mail to my boss tomorrow and tell him that if he didn’t hear from me in a couple days to crank it up and look for me.”
He held the paper in his hand, glancing over a web URL and a password. “What’s this?”
“The website and passcode to the remote tracking device I had implanted under my skin.”
His body stiffened. “Sweet Jesus, you’ve got to be kidding me.”
She tried to take back the paper. “Let me have it, unless you plan on delivering it to my supervisor.”
“No way in hell. You can’t do this.” His jaw clenched and he let out a breath. “If Hatch is as bad as you think he is, who’s to say he won’t kill you if he so much as suspects you of being anything but what you’ve told him?”
“If I don’t do something, Kelli might die, or worse.” She stared into Remy’s eyes. “If one of your teammates was in trouble, would you leave it up to someone else to bail him out?”
“No, but I sure as hell wouldn’t be the Lone Ranger and ride into the middle of the snake pit without a backup plan.”
She lifted her chin. “I have a backup plan.”
“A letter in the mail.” Remy shook his head at the potential things that could go wrong. “What if it gets lost? What if you didn’t make it to the post office tomorrow?” He folded the paper and tucked it into his jeans pocket. “Now, hear this. You’re no longer alone on this insane operation.”
“I can’t ask you to be a part of it.”
“Sweetheart, seems like I already am.” He rested his hands on his hips and shot her a grin.
Mitchell’s gaze bored into Remy’s. “I didn’t mean to get you involved.”
“But now that I am, you’re stuck with me.”
“I can’t let you blow my cover.”
“I don’t plan on it, but I will be close by in case your plan goes south.”
“And what if they suspect you’re following me? You’re the only one with my information.”
“Have you forgotten? I have friends in low places.” He winked. “Besides, you were pretty damned hot on stage. All the more reason for a return visit to the Naughty Ladies Lounge.”
“I can’t ask you to involve your team.” She wrung her hands and paced across the floor before facing him again. “I’d never forgive myself if someone else is hurt because I’m breaking all the rules.”
“Again, you can’t do this on your own.” He drew her into his arms and held her close, smiling down at her. “Damn, you’re cute when you’re agitated.”
She swatted at his arms. “There’s nothing cute about this situation.”
His grin slipped. “I know you like to be tough and self-reliant, independent and all that, but sometimes you need the help of your friends. Do you think our team operations would go as well as they do if we went off individually guns ablazin’?” Remy shook his head. “BUDs training taught us that we work as a team and survive as a team.”
“Yeah, but that’s your team.”
“Well, now I’m part of your team.”
With a sigh, she leaned her cheek against his chest. “What if I’m wrong and Hatch isn’t responsible for Kelli’s disappearance?”
“Then we’ll think of something else.” He slid his hand down her back and up again. “The important thing is, you’re not in this alone anymore.”
“What about when you have to report back to duty?”
“Not to worry.” His grin returned. “We’re just back from deployment. We have two weeks off before reporting back to headquarters.”
“Two weeks.” She ran her hand over his chest. “Two weeks isn’t much to you and me. It could be a lifetime for Kelli.”
He nodded and pushed a strand of light curls behind her ear. “I never knew you could dance like you did tonight.”
Angling up her chin, she met his gaze, a smile playing around the corners of