Her Loyal Seal by Caitlyn O'Leary Page A

it’s killing me. I thought I would just breeze through. I have a friend of mine in the University, and she’s originally from Russia, but she went to high school in France. When she was in class, I would see her listening to the professor speaking in Spanish, but she would be writing in French, because that is the language she first started to study computers in. She was brilliant.”
    Clint shook his head, as he guided her back towards the RV. He could feel her weakening. “I can read and write in English and Spanish. I can speak and understand some Farsi and Arabic, but that’s it for me. Do you speak any more than English and Spanish?”
    “Portuguese. My grandfather was from Brazil, and some German. A little Japanese. Dammit,” she said as she stumbled. Clint swung her up into his arms.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Exactly what I’ve been wanting to do. I love being able to hold you. Now tell me why you swear in English and not in Spanish.” He headed towards the RV.
    “Because Mama and Papa didn’t understand what I was saying when I swore in English.” He grinned.
    “I thought it was some sort of big linguistic trial you put yourself through, instead you were being a normal kid. I love it.” He opened the door of the RV.
    “Clint, this isn’t our vehicle. Have you become a car thief?”
    “Does this look like a Corvette? A Ferrari? A Lamborghini?”
    “Nope, looks like a mansion on wheels. Maybe a couple of years old, but my God. Oh…. This is part of our cover. Damn, I think you being a car thief and us driving a Ferrari would be more fun.” He stepped up into the RV and gently deposited her into the big and comfortable chair beside the driver’s seat.
    “I’ll remember that and when we’re done with all of this we’ll have to take a real road trip. You would love to go driving on the Pacific Coast Highway in a convertible. In the meantime, I promised you a bathroom and dinner at a greasy spoon.” He got into the driver’s seat and started the engine. The RV roared to life. He adjusted the mirrors, and started backing out of the parking space. Shit, a Humvee seemed like a Fiat compared to this boat.
     
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    He should never have let her talk him into stopping at the alligator farm and petting zoo. It served him right, he had pointed it out as a tourist trap and as soon as he did she had wanted to check it out. He put his foot down when she said she wanted to do the zip line and got them the hell out of there. She was trembling with exhaustion, and he was kicking his ass by the time the time they pulled into Shreveport, Louisiana.
    He was tempted to pull over at a rest stop and make her go to bed in the RV, but the idea of sitting on the side of a road a rest stop made him too damn twitchy. Lydia wanted to eat dinner at a restaurant but he nixed the idea, instead saying they were going to order room service when they got to their hotel room.
    Since they were going everywhere as a couple, there was one king sized bed. He got her tucked in and then went out on the balcony and called Darius.
    “Clint, what’s wrong?” He heard the sound of a helicopter.
    “Can you talk?”
    “For a minute. What’s wrong?”
    “Lydia. I think she needs to be in the hospital. She’s so weak. She’s only been awake for three hours in the last twenty-four. She can barely walk.”
    “Clint, this is the first real day out of the hospital. They wouldn’t have let her out if she wasn’t ready to leave. Every single day she’ll get better. But make sure she doesn’t push herself.”
    “She’s so frustrated.”
    “It’s going to be up to you to make sure that she doesn’t overexert herself. You sit on her if you have to, but make sure she really gives her body a chance to recover this time. It’s clear she’s been putting her parent’s welfare above her own. That shit has got to stop. While you two are in hiding should be the perfect time for her to really recover.”
    Clint leaned against the