Romance: First Time and Pregnant With The Navy Seal (Stepbrother, Military, Romance) by Scarlett Skye Read Free Book Online Page A

come six months ago, when her sister-in-law had died, to help her brother look after the kids.  Sometimes it felt like a very long six months, and she still wasn’t entirely sure if she wanted to stay or not.  At least a textile artist could work just as well in the backwoods of America, as she could anywhere else.  And maybe it was time she left England anyway, her art was starting to get stale and uninspired.  Being able to spend more time with her niece and nephew didn't hurt either.  Not that her niece made it easy to want to spend time with her.
     
    Her phone jangled harshly, interrupting the quiet of the park.  She sighed loudly, and picked it up. 
     
    “Hello?”
     
    “Hey, Auntie Dianna.  I'm all done.”
     
    “Alright Leslie, I'll be there in a few minutes.”
     
    She was about to add a reminder for Leslie to wait at the parking lot, but the girl had already hung up the phone.
     
    Her niece was finally finished her riding lessons for the day.  Carefully, Dianna packed up her work, making sure she picked up all her threads and needles. Once her tools and work was all packed up, put them gently in her bag.  Making sure each thing was safely put away inside.  She looked over her spot, to make sure nothing had been left behind, and walked towards her car.  She put her bag in the backseat, and climbed behind the wheel.  She sat for a few minutes in the parking lot of the park, punching in the address of the riding stables.  It had taken a while to get used to driving on the other side of the road, but finding where to go was still a little difficult.  Once the GPS was set, she pulled on her sun glasses, and left the little park.
     
    With the GPS guiding the way, Dianna was able to get to the stables without any trouble.  She pulled into the gravel parking lot, looking around.  Leslie was supposed to meet her in the parking lot, but she rarely did.  Usually she was somewhere in the stable grounds, talking to her friends or visiting the horses. Reluctantly, Dianna parked her Volkswagen, and got out.  Locking the car behind her, she started towards the main stables and riding rings.  She hadn’t spent much time walking around the stable; it always seemed like a beehive of activity that she didn’t understand.  It was definitely an area set up for the horses and people who knew where to go, not for people who were just walking around. 
     
    The first stable she found was a large, almost antique looking building, probably original to the site.  It was painted green now, and its large door was standing open.  Hoping to find Leslie, she walked up to the door and looked inside.  It was dim, the only light coming from the big, open door.  Dianna stood in the doorway, trying to decide what to do.  The smell of the horses was almost overwhelming, a strong smell, like sweat and hay mixed together.  She pushed her sunglasses to the top of her head.  The arms of the glasses pushing her wavy brown hair away from her face.  She didn't see anyone inside, but she couldn't decide if she needed to go further in or not.  She stepped inside nervously, hoping she wouldn’t get in trouble.  The horses made soft noises, turning to look at her.  There didn’t seem to be anyone in here, but she took one more step in to look around, just to be sure.
     
    “Can I help you with something?”
     
    Surprised by the voice, Dianna jumped as she turned and almost screamed, like a small child caught sneaking where she shouldn't be.  She pushed a hand to her chest, breathing heavily.
     
    “I think you almost gave me a heart attack,” she said, breathless with surprise.
     
    Standing behind her was a man.  He was tall and tanned brown, his hair bleached to a light brown from the sun.  The sleeves of his working shirt were rolled up to his elbows, and he was holding a cowboy hat in one hand.  He smiled at her and laughed softly.
     
    “Sorry about that.  I didn't mean to startle you.”
     
    That was