Revealing Her SEAL (ASSIGNMENT: Caribbean Nights Book 4) by Kat Cantrell Read Free Book Online

catalogue. But craved instantly. Her lungs hitched, driving every drop of oxygen from her body. What was she doing here, playing sexual chicken with a man whose still waters ran so deep they were clearly out of her realm of experience?
    All at once she wasn’t so sure who had the upper hand in this conversation anymore, and she didn’t like it. She felt exposed, more so than usual. His x-ray vision had unlocked a longing inside her that she’d only just begun to realize had very little to do with sex and a lot to do with things she’d never contemplated. Never experienced.
    Out of her depth, she did the only thing she could under the circumstances.
    She fled.
    “Okay, well, call me,” she blurted out and stood, nearly knocking over the end table in her haste to get the hell out of this quicksand she’d somehow stumbled into. She did shallow flings for a reason—they made sense and no one got hurt. Nothing with Evan had made sense from the first moment she’d laid eyes on him.
    Evan watched her go from the doorway of his house, arms crossed in that casual pose that she’d always assumed was defensive. She wouldn’t make the mistake of assuming she understood a blessed thing about Evan Silva any longer.
    The final hit came later that night when someone knocked on her door. She half hoped it was Evan here to shoot her down. Because he should. Being Evan’s roommate was perhaps the worst idea she’d ever conceived.
    She swung open the door to find Dex on her doorstep, which was a relief. She’d had a couple of hours to unscramble her wits but hadn’t made much progress.
    “Evan told me you came by today,” Dex said without preamble. “You’ve got a thing for him.”
    “Yeah.” No point in lying about it when it wasn’t a secret. Except she was very much afraid her fascination with Evan had morphed into something much more intense than a simple fling. “But I also have a thing for a living environment that isn’t hostile.”
    “Cut the crap. Moving into the other half of the bungalow me and Emma are about to vacate is something you cooked up to get into his pants.”
    Her eyes narrowed as she instantly calculated her adversary. Dex radiated with authority and testosterone. Not her type, but he treated Emma like a queen, so she liked him. For now. She’d like him a whole lot more if he butted out of her business.
    “That’s between me and Evan.”
    Though she did appreciate the fact that Dex apparently thought she had a shot at getting into Evan’s pants.
    “Also crap. You mess with Evan, you mess with all of us.”
    Us . Meaning their former teammates. The six of them presented a united front always, even in something as trivial as Evan’s love life apparently. The sentiment was sweet though. They stuck together and watched each other’s backs. Her friendship with Emma was tight like that too, so she got the fierce love she sensed between the band of ex-SEALs.
    He lifted his chin. “I think you’re good for him. If you repeat this, I’ll deny it, but he needs someone, even if it’s just to hang out. If you somehow find a way to talk him into this roommate insanity, you get the job.”
    Her hands flew up of their own accord, as if she could push back the blasphemous flood of Dex’s words. “Whoa. I’m just looking for a place to live. If anything of a more intimate nature comes out of that so be it. But that’s all it is, consenting fun between adults who happen to be in close proximity.”
    Even she didn’t fully believe that. Not anymore. If she ever had.
    Dex shook his head, thunderclouds gathering across his face. “Evan is not a toy. He’s got a thick wall between him and the rest of the world for a reason. He’s an alcoholic. If you can’t handle that, bow out now.”
    Oh, God. Alcoholic . The word swirled through her head, tightening her throat. All those times she’d offered him a drink… Evan should hate her for being so insensitive. Why hadn’t he said anything? Heat rushed