Page 7 of Stranded with the SEAL

Logan screwed his face up and blew out air, but he knew she was right. He’d seen the way his HERO Force co-worker looked at his sister, and he knew exactly what the bastard was thinking when he did it. Hell, it was written all over his face that he wanted to get into Charlotte’s pants, and he probably would have done so already if he and Logan didn’t work together.

Cowboy was a great guy to have on the Teams, and even better with HERO Force, but he was about as far from a stand-up guy where women were concerned as a guy could get, bedding every pretty girl within a fifteen-mile radius, and taking in more area than that for the hot ones. He imagined Charlotte on Cowboy’s arm, and squeezed his eyes shut.

“I don’t want to hear this.” He answered his phone. “Logan.”

“It’s Jax. I need you to do something for me.”

Logan’s pulse picked up speed. Jax hadn’t given him any reason to think he was pleased with Logan’s performance since hiring him for HERO Force six months ago. Sometimes Logan was all but sure Jax regretted it.

Charlotte crossed her arms and whispered, “I’m not a virgin, brother-boy, and you don’t get to decide who I fuck.”

Logan frowned and gestured for her to be quiet. “Shoot,” he said into the phone.

Jax’s voice was like a bark. “I need you to trace Hawk’s phone.”

Logan’s stomach sank and tightened into a knot.

It doesn’t mean Hawk did anything wrong.

“Something wrong?” Logan asked.

Charlotte cocked her head and he waved her away, even as blood rushed to his cheeks, turning them hot. He moved to his computer. She didn’t leave.

“I just need to find him,” said Jax.

“He’s not answering?”

“Just trace the damn phone, Doc.”

Logan pursed his lips as the program loaded. Doc was the nickname the other guys gave him when he joined HERO Force because he was a medical doctor and a Ph.D., but the nickname hadn’t really stuck and sounded especially forced on Jax’s lips. Logan swallowed hard against his throat, which had gone suddenly dry.

You knew you shouldn’t have told Hawk anything.

Logan’s fingers moved stiffly over the keys, typing in a series of codes and password overrides. “I’m almost there.”

You’ll type in his GPS and it will come up with Cabo or Miami or something like that.

He cut and pasted the serial number for Hawk’s phone into the tracking software, convinced the screen would say anyplace in the world except the one place Hawk shouldn’t be. The screen refreshed, a series of coordinates and a general location searing into Logan’s retinas.

Damn it all to hell.

His balls would be on the chopping block for this, his coveted and beloved position with HERO Force nothing more than a memory. This was the only thing he wanted to do, the only team he wanted to do it with. He licked his lips and found his voice. “Warsaw, Colorado.”

Jax exploded into a string of swearing that put Charlotte’s vocabulary to shame. “Hawk’s gone rogue, and now we have to stop him before he does something stupid.”

Logan pinched the bridge of his nose. “This would probably be a good time to tell you he’s been asking for the latest intel on Steele.”

“What?”

Charlotte raised her eyebrows and sucked in a breath, the look she gave him clearly saying,You’re in trouble. Logan gestured violently toward the door, but she ignored him and turned on the TV.

Jax was screaming in Logan’s ear. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me?”

“I assumed you knew.”

“How much did you give him?” asked Jax.

“Daily updates this week. When I heard the phone, I assumed it was him because he didn’t call yet today.”