Saving the Seal 2: A BWWM Navy Seal Interracial Romance by Cristina Grenier Read Free Book Online

the booth next to her.
    She had barely started to untie the lavender ribbon around it when a loud shout made her jump in alarm. “ Genny! ”
    She whirled to see Owen striding across the restaurant to her. The man looked disheveled, as if he had dressed in a hurry, and every muscle in his body seemed wound tighter than a crossbow ready to let fly.
    “Owen?” Her tone was disbelieving. “What’s going on? What are you doing here?”
    “Don’t open that.” At this point, they had the attention of the entire restaurant. Every patron was staring at them in curiosity. Without hesitation, the SEAL plucked the box from in front of her, eying it as if it might explode at any moment.
    “Well, alright. I can wait until I get home if you want-”
    Without answering, Owen sprinted from the establishment, leaving his very confused girlfriend in his wake. It took Genny about thirty seconds to recover from her shock, but when she did, she quickly threw some bills on the table to cover her check and hurried after him. She found the man in the center of the parking lot, ripping the ribbon from the box as he eyed it suspiciously.
    “Owen?” She called his name, worried now. “What’s the matter?”
    He hesitated visibly before answering her. “Someone called me about twenty minutes ago. It was an unknown number. They said they’d sent you an amazing gift.” He scowled down at the unmarked white box he held.
    So it wasn’t him who had sent her the gift? What was so wrong with that? She knew that Owen could be the jealous type, but snatching the box away from her completely? That was a bit of a stretch. “Well, let me open it then!” She proposed, with a small smile. The moment she took a step towards him, however, the man held out his hand in warning.
    “Stop! Don’t come any closer, Genny.”
    Alright, now she was beyond confused. Scowling, she crossed her arms over her chest to eye her boyfriend in irritation. “Owen, this is childish. Come on. Give me the box.”
    “I can’t.” He replied curtly. “Not until I’m sure it’s safe.”
    Safe ? For a moment, Genny thought he might be joking. A glance into the man‘s genuinely anxious gaze put the notion from her mind. Was he really scared someone was trying to hurt her?
    The thought was enough to make the young woman’s stomach threaten to reject her chicken salad. With bated breath, Genny watched as Owen untaped the edges of the box, gently separating the top and the bottom.
    A shower of lavender tissue paper spilled out, cushioning the five brilliant red roses that tumbled the ground atop it.
    Flowers. They were just flowers.
    Suddenly, the idea that someone had sent her something dangerous in plain daylight seemed beyond silly. Shaking her head, Genny breathed a sigh of relief before making her way over to her boyfriend. He was still staring at the roses suspiciously, as if worried they might leap up and begin attacking them.
    Bending down, Genny began to pick one up. Owen’s eyes widened as he opened his mouth to protest. “Genevieve, don’t-”
    “There.” The psychiatrist cut him off with a knowing smirk. “Feel better now?” She twirled a single stem with her fingertips. The bud didn’t even have thorns. They had all been thoughtfully removed. Owen only stared at her for a long beat before exhaling hotly.
    He had the decency to look somewhat abashed. The SEAL flushed slightly as he looked away. “Sorry.”
    Though Genny was slightly irked at his behavior, she couldn’t be mad. The man had been trained to sense danger. No doubt those same senses that had once served him well had just kicked into overdrive. “It’s okay.” With a smile, she scooped up the rest of the roses, taking the box from his tight grip to place them back inside. “I understand. You were nervous.”
    Owen raked a hand through his hair – a nervous gesture. “It was just…that call. I had no idea who it was and we just finished with the case…I wanted to be