HOT SEAL Rescue (HOT SEAL Team - Book 3) by Lynn Raye Harris Read Free Book Online Page B

just yet.” Her golden eyes were sad, troubled. “I’m putting my faith in your group, Cody. You’re all I have right now.”
    He didn’t know why he did it, but he reached out and took her hand in his. Squeezed. She didn’t try to remove it. “I’m not quitting, sunshine. None of us are quitting. We’ll clear your name.”
    It was a tall order, but goddammit, he wasn’t giving up until they had. Miranda Lockwood might be a lot of things, but a traitor to her country was not one of them.
    “Of all the shitty luck I’ve had today, I’m beginning to believe that choosing you in the Venetian was not part of it.”
    Cody grinned. “Of course it wasn’t. You’re going to remember this day as the day you met me for the rest of your life. Probably name your first kid after me or something.”
    She frowned, but he could see the hint of a smile in it. “You’re insane.”
    “Quite possibly.”
    She yawned, her jaw cracking. “I need to go to bed.”
    He stood and stretched. “Yeah, me too. But sunshine?”
    Her eyes looked sleepy. “Yes?”
    “There’s only one bedroom.”

10
    “ T his strikes me as a bad idea,” Miranda said, standing in the entry to the bedroom. She was wearing one of Cody’s T-shirts for a nightie because she had nothing else, and it suddenly felt far too short even though it came to midthigh.
    He was wearing a pair of athletic shorts, but his chest was bare. And that was definitely a problem, because whoa and damn, that was a mighty fine chest. He had a tattoo on his left pectoral muscle. She realized a moment later that it was the Navy SEAL trident. He also had a tattoo on his shoulder—she noticed it when he turned around to finish pulling the covers down—that said Where None Dare . The HOT motto, though not many would know that.
    Miranda swallowed as he turned back to her. His blue eyes appeared placid, but then she saw they really were not. Still waters run deep and all that. His gaze slipped over her, lingering on her bare legs for a moment. His eyes were… hot. And the look in them made her tremble.
    She tried to remember how Mark had looked at her. If she’d ever trembled because of it. He’d been tall, brown-haired with a hint of silver at the temples, and his eyes were green. They’d been interesting eyes. Eyes that had seen much and yet gave nothing away.
    But he’d never, not once, looked at her with the heat that Cody did.
    Why not?
    “It’s the only option,” he said, interrupting her thoughts. “If you want to get any sleep, that is. You can try the couch—but it’s pretty damned uncomfortable.”
    That it was. It was old and lumpy and the arms were hard. She wasn’t very tall, but she couldn’t stretch across the whole couch. And it was pretty damn clear that he wasn’t going to sleep on the couch. No way would he fit.
    She went over to the queen-sized bed and fluffed up the pillow on her side before primly getting under the covers. “Stay on your side, cowboy, and we’ll get along just fine.”
    He chuckled as he tossed his pillow against the headboard. “Sunshine, it won’t be a problem. I sleep in worse conditions and closer quarters with people who aren’t nearly as pretty as you—and not one of them has ever complained that I’m incapable of respecting personal space.”
    She sniffed. “Unless there’s something you aren’t telling me, I don’t think those SEALs are your type—whereas I might be.”
    He laughed outright this time, and she felt herself coloring. Really, could she sound any more like a frightened virgin maiden with a serious stick up her ass?
    “Yeah, you’re definitely my type. You’ve got all the parts I like best—and I’ve seen those parts, so I know how magnificent they are. But unless you ask me to come out and play, I know how to keep my dick in my pants and my hands to myself. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”
    He sank onto the bed, but instead of getting under the covers, he stayed on top. Miranda flicked