Four Relentless Days

“I could have a talk with him, if you like.”

She shook her head. “No. That only gives him more credibility. Ignoring him worked the first time. I’m leaning toward repeating that tactic, since it worked before.”

Harm shrugged. “Seems like it didn’t work well enough, if he’s back at it.”

Talia entered the bedroom and laid the towels on the end of the bed, then straightened. “Either way, it’s not your problem. It’s mine and I’ll handle it. You’re a guest.” She gave him a lopsided smile and moved past him, back out into the hallway. “Enjoy your stay.”

Harm threw a snappy salute. “Yes, ma’am.”

She grinned. “That’s more like it. Now, let me get back down to my kitchen and see if any of your friends want to move to the lodge.” She headed toward the stairs only to be brought up short by a hand on her arm.

“If someone is trying to scare you away, you could be in danger.”

“I have my gun,” she reminded him, her arm tingling where he held it.

“Are you a good enough shot to kill a cobra in your bed?”

She nodded. “I’m that good.” At least she hoped she was. But she wouldn’t let him know she wasn’t quite so sure.

Harm held her gaze for a long moment, his hand tight on her arm. “What if whoever is playing these games gets more personal?”

Talia lifted her chin, her entire body tingling now. Why couldn’t he let go of her and sever the electric current racing along her nerve endings? “What do you mean, more personal?” she asked, her voice breathy. She cleared her throat and continued. “I’d say attacking my clients is already pretty personal.”

“What if someone corners you?” He backed her against the wall. “Are you prepared to fight for your life? Do you know how to defend yourself?”

Her body hummed with the electricity burning through her nerves and veins. “I think I can,” she whispered, her gaze shifting to Harm’s lips. Holy hell, she had the sudden urge to kiss them. What was wrong with her?

Harm shook his head. “There is a difference between thinking and knowing.” He bent close. “I can show you some moves.”

She ran her tongue over her suddenly dry lips. “I’m sure you can...” Sweet heaven, she was sure he had some sexy moves. And now wasn’t the time to demonstrate. Not when she was steps away from the room she’d shared with her dead husband.

“I... I have to go now.” Talia pushed her arms between them and raised them sharply, knocking his hands from where they gripped her shoulders. Then she ducked beneath them and made a dash for the stairs.

A warm chuckle followed her down the staircase, making her insides hot and feeling like liquid. She’d do well to stay away from the handsome SEAL. Harm could rock her world. And she wasn’t ready for her world to be rocked. Though Talia suspected he was halfway there, and it scared the bejesus out of her.

Chapter Three (#u2650cb1d-c03e-5a22-afde-7f9079b7123f)

While Talia was in the kitchen helping his teammates feed their late-night hunger, Harm stepped out of the lodge and hurried to the cabin he’d been assigned, wishing he had a flashlight to shine at the ground. Though he didn’t have a deadly fear of snakes, the cobra in Big Jake’s bed would shake him as much as it had shaken his friend.

Once he reached the cabin, he flipped on the light switch and made a careful study of the interior, just in case another cobra had found its way in while Harm had been away.

The question burning in his mind was how did a cobra get inside Big Jake’s cabin? And why would it end up on the bed?

After a thorough search of his own cabin, Harm studied the bed. The comforter had been neatly fitted over the entire bed with a colorful throw draped at the foot. Someone could have stashed the snake in the throw. Until Big Jake slid beneath the comforter, the snake might not have felt the need to move.

Using a hanger, Harm lifted the throw off the end of the bed. Nothing lay beneath. He shook the fabric. Nothing fell from the folds. Harm released the breath he’d been holding and set his gear bag on the bed. He unearthed the flashlight he kept in an outside pocket of the bag and unzipped the main opening.

A few minutes later, he’d ascertained his bag was free of snakes, bugs or anything else that might keep him up at night. After he zipped the bag, he hefted it onto one shoulder and left the cabin, closing the door behind him.

The screaming howl of jackals filled the night. Harm didn’t consider himself very superstitious, but Africa and the savanna lent itself to being creepy.

He hurried back to the lodge and up the stairs to ditch his bag before joining the rest of the gang in the kitchen.

His five teammates were seated at a large wood and steel kitchen table, digging into ham sandwiches and drinking beer.

“Would you care for a sandwich?” Talia asked.

T-Mac held up what was left of his. “You gotta try the ham. I don’t know what the chef put on it, but it’s damned good.” T-Mac glanced at Talia. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to curse.”

She smiled. “No worries. I’ve heard worse. I think I’ve even said worse.”

Harm’s heart contracted at Talia’s sweet smile. Curse words from her mouth wouldn’t detract one bit from her beauty. Not wanting to leave the kitchen yet, he tipped his head toward the container of ham slices. “I’d like a sandwich, but I can make it myself.”

“No need. Sit with your friends,” she ordered. “It won’t take me a minute.”

“At least let me help.” Harm washed his hands in the sink and returned to pull lettuce off a head on the counter.

Talia laid bread on the counter. “Mustard or mayo?”

“Both,” Harm replied.

She spread mustard on one piece of bread and layered ham slices over it.

Harm laid the lettuce on the ham, while Talia slathered mayonnaise onto the other slice of bread. She laid it on top of the pile of ham and held it from falling off to the side. “Could you hand me the knife?”

Harm reached around her, his chest brushing against her back.

Talia stiffened, her hand freezing on the sandwich.

“I’ll cut that,” he said.

She held the sandwich with one hand.

Harm’s arm curved around her, and he held the knife over the bread. About that time, he caught a whiff of her perfume and couldn’t think past wanting to get closer to identify the scent.

“Are you going to cut it?” she whispered.

Entirely too aware of his hostess, Harm pressed the handle of the knife into her palm. “Maybe it would be best if you did the honors.”

She nodded. “Right.” Her hand shook as she sliced through the bread, ham and lettuce. With quick efficiency, she laid the two sides of the sandwich on a plate and poured potato chips beside it. “Here you go.” Talia shoved the plate toward Harm. “You can help yourself to the drinks in the refrigerator. If you prefer tea or coffee, I’ll make some for you.”

“Thank you. I’ll have a beer, but I can get it myself.” He took the plate from her hands, his fingers brushing against hers, sending an electrical current up his arm and all the way down to his groin.

Talia snatched her hands away and tucked them into the back pockets of her jeans. By the way she was acting, she might have had a similar reaction to his touch.

A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he carried the plate to the table. He liked that he unnerved her as much as she did him.

Diesel reached out as if to snag Harm’s sandwich.