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

been sitting in a warehouse somewhere for a few days too long. It was a pity. She had been looking forward to the fragrant blooms after the week she’d had.
    She was also looking forward to seeing Owen, but when she returned to his house, his truck wasn’t in the driveway.
    Genny let herself in, dropping her paperwork on the kitchen table and greeting Eddie, who immediately pounced on her. The pooch followed her to the sofa, where she collapsed, flicking on the television.
    Eddie burrowed his way beneath her head, something that made her grimace at first, but eventually, Genny relaxed when she found the Rottweiler actually made a nice pillow. Some news channel or the other blared in the background and she closed her eyes, promising herself she’d get up to make dinner in a few minutes.
    When she next woke, it was daylight outside. Eddie was gone and Genny searched groggily for the nearest clock. It was seven thirty in the morning. She’d slept nearly twelve hours.
    Aghast, the young woman straightened on the couch, stretching until her back and neck popped. She wondered where Owen might be until she caught sight of the man perched on a chair at the bar in the kitchen, staring at her across the space that separated him.
    Owen’s fingers were folded under his chiseled chin, his mouth was set and he looked very, very upset.
    “Owen?” She murmured sleepily. “What’s wrong? Are you alright?”
    For a long moment, her lover didn’t answer her. When Owen finally did speak, it was with barely contained anger. “Why didn’t you come to our session yesterday?”
    Oh. Damn . With a low groan, Genny covered her face with slender fingers. “Jesus, Owen. I’m sorry. This week has been insane. I’ve hardly had a moment to catch my breath.”
    “You promised me that you were the only therapist I’d have to see.” Almost as if he hadn’t heard her, Owen went on, his voice tinged not only with anger, but also a definite note of unease. “That I’d never have to deal with a stranger again.”
    “Owen, Stella’s not a stranger.” Genevieve interrupted as gently as she could. She wasn’t ecstatic about being faced with a temper tantrum this early in the morning. “You’ve met her hundreds of times.”
    “But she’s not my fucking therapist, Genevieve.” Owen’s tone was sharp enough to make her flinch. “ You are . How am I supposed to go into a session and meet with someone unexpectedly like that? Stella doesn’t know what I’m going through. We’ve never had a single session before. I’m not comfortable with her in that respect and I never will be!” As he spoke, the SEAL’s voice rose to higher and higher volumes, until finally, Genny snapped under the stress.
    She hadn’t asked Stella to interrogate the man. Simply to make small talk with him so they could at least still get the session in. Having another therapist talk to Owen in that respect would have been illegal anyway. Genny and Genny alone had been charged with his treatment, and only after completing a mountain of paperwork that almost compared to the one that now arrived on her desk daily.
    “Owen, I can’t shield you forever! There will be times when I can’t be there and that’s what I’m trying to prepare you for! The goal of your treatment is to learn to work through your issues yourself. You can’t use me as a crutch forever!”
    “ Goddamn it, Genny! ” A soft cry of surprise escaped her as Owen leapt from his chair, toppling it in a swift moment. “You’re not my crutch! It’s not about depending on you for treatment. It’s about needing you! Trusting you! With not just my issues but with understanding the kind of person that I am !” His words echoed through the entryway of the house, shocking Genny with their intensity and making Eddie cower under the coffee table.
    In the silence that reigned afterwards, the guilt crept back in on her.
    She had been neglecting him. She’d hardly spent a moment with Owen all week, and