Caviar and Covert Ops: Book 3 (Military Moguls) by Olivia Jaymes Read Free Book Online Page A

slightly.
    “What do you want to know?” he asked, still on guard.
    “Anything. For example, what does she look like?”
    That was an easy question. “Average height and build. Actually she’s slim. She works too much and doesn’t eat enough. She could use a few pounds. Long dark hair and eyes. A nice smile.”
    Chris’s brows shot up. “She’s not your usual type.”
    Dane tensed up again, stepping over to the small refrigerator in the corner and pulling out a soda to keep from saying what he really wanted to. “No, she is not. Any other questions?”
    “From your tone it sounds like my answer better be no. I’m not trying to give you a hard time. We were just concerned.”
    “That’s the only reason you’re not flat on your back nursing a sore jaw.” Dane smacked the can down on the desk. “Listen, I know you guys mean well. I really do. I’m going to tell her the truth Saturday night. I’ve already set up the trust fund for Nicky. Everything is going to be fine.”
    “If you say it is, then it is,” Chris agreed. “We just want you to know that we’re here for you if you need to talk.”
    “Let me ask you a question, Chris. When you thought Susie had gone off with me that night on the island, did you want to talk about it with anyone? Be honest here.”
    Chris fell back into the chair and laughed. “Fuck no. I sure as hell didn’t. You’ve made your point. Although I think I should make the point that talking to Susie and working everything out was the best way to go.”
    “I plan on doing exactly that,” Dane sighed, stuffing folders into his briefcase. He was tired and cranky and he wanted to get the hell out of the office and to the peace of his own home. “Are we done here?”
    “We are,” Chris conceded and then shook his head. “Actually there is one more thing I want to say.”
    “Then for the love of all that’s good and holy, say it so I can get out of here.” Dane snapped the briefcase shut and picked up his car keys from the desktop.
    “She’d be lucky to have you,” Chris said quietly. “You’re a good person, Dane. I’d want you on my side in any fight, physical or otherwise. You deserve to have someone in your life that gives a shit. Don’t be a jerk about this and ruin it, okay?”
    Dane opened his mouth to tell Chris off but then closed it. He might not be far off. Dane had been a jerk too many times in the past and look where he was…alone. And no one did give a rat’s ass, except Seb and Chris, and they had their own lives to lead. It hadn’t bothered Dane before but it did now.
    “Okay,” Dane finally agreed, nodding his assent. “Now I’m going home before you think of something else to say.”
    Ducking out of the office before Chris could respond, Dane headed straight for the exit and his car. He had to tell Lily the truth this weekend and he needed to find the perfect way to do it.
    And then he needed to convince her that they just might have some sort of a future together.

Chapter Seven
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    L ily critically surveyed her appearance in the mirror for the tenth time. Wrinkling her nose in disgust, she pulled the flowered dress back over her head and tossed it on the ever-growing pile of discarded clothing on the bed.
    She’d had to dig way back into the recesses of her closet for something appropriate to wear on a date but nothing seemed to fit right anymore. Since having Nicky, her boobs and hips were bigger making some of the clothes hang strangely on her body. Sighing, she reached for her last hope. A red dress with thin straps, a fairly modest neckline, and a hem that came mid-thigh. She’d worn it a few times to the area clubs and it was the dress she’d been wearing when she’d met Nicky’s father.
    It was the last thing she wanted to wear tonight on this date with Dane.
    But beggars couldn’t be choosers, and if it was the only thing that didn’t make her look like she’d grabbed her wardrobe from her younger sister’s hamper then