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

to her face. Well, duh, because he didn’t say much of anything. Evan was the last person to be blabbing his secrets to the world.
    “I… didn’t know.”
    “That’s why I’m here, Rachel.” Dex gave her a once-over that flayed her open far deeper than any look Evan had ever treated her to. “I want you to know. So you can be the person he needs.”

    Dex and Emma had far too few boxes. Which meant it took no time at all to help them carry their meager possessions two blocks to their new house, though Evan did manage to drag it out a little longer than was expressly necessary.
    Because it sucked.
    And he was being a big baby about it. Dex deserved to have a life with his new wife, and Emma made him happy. Evan wanted good things for his friend, who had been a highly decorated sniper, then spent months and months agonizing over the specifics of the job.
    They all had their demons. Evan’s just happened to be at complete odds with each other. He hated being social, hated having inane conversations about things that didn’t matter. He hated it when someone tried to draw him into conversation about things that did matter, because then he’d have to share pieces of himself that he did not want to share. Or think about.
    On the flip side, he hated being alone most of all.
    That’s what made his friendship with Dex so great. They rarely talked, but Dex always included him no matter what. Never once did he poke his nose into Evan’s silence, and never once did he pass judgment.
    So now what was he going to do? Figure it out, man. It was crappy to lean on someone so much anyway, and no one else could carry his burdens. This was his golden opportunity to stand on his own two feet.
    Evan picked up the last box and balanced it on one hip so he could heft a small table lamp into his free hand. As he tried to pry open the front door with one tennis shoe, someone pushed it from the outside.
    Rachel. Not wearing the red dress today. Shame. She’d looked spectacular in it.
    “Oh, hey,” she said.
    He jerked his chin in response before thinking better of it. Of course she was here about her outrageous proposal to cook dinner for him in exchange for a bed. Somehow she’d managed to lay out the entire plan without ever really specifying which bed she planned to be sleeping in.
    Problem was, he’d spent a lot of hours weighing the idea of letting her into his, in spite of his convictions otherwise… because he wanted Jared Anderson cut off at the knees. Seemed like the guy sleeping with Rachel might have her ear, might have ample opportunity to drop incentives, motivation. He could encourage her to be ruthless and then give her a back rub after a long day of eviscerating the pompous ass.
    Except he couldn’t do it. Maybe other guys could treat a woman like that, using sex to manipulate the situation to their advantage. At best, he could offer her a quiet place to do her lawyer thing and probably would. Provided she agreed to some strict ground rules.
    With Rachel close enough to touch, his blood woke up and started sniffing around, lending a lot of credence to the idea of becoming one of those other guys superfast. Hell, it shouldn’t be this hard. She was a sexy woman who had great legs. It wasn’t like it would be a chore to give her what she’d so clearly been begging for since day one.
    But that wasn’t fair to anyone, least of all Rachel, who had no clue that Evan wasn’t the harmless fling type on a good day. After Iraq there were no good days.
    “I came to tell you I reconsidered.” Rachel’s gaze darted around, landing everywhere but on him. “About moving in together. It’s not a good idea.”
    Instantly his hackles raised. She was up to something. “Why not?”
    She recoiled, either surprised he’d spoken or taken aback by his tone. Maybe both. But she didn’t get to change the game at the drop of a hat. Especially not when he’d already resigned himself to the inevitable.
    “It was a dumb idea to