SEAL My Home: Bad Boys of SEAL Team 3, Book 2 (SEAL Brotherhood Series 9) by Sharon Hamilton Read Free Book Online Page A

so hard Rory nearly peed his pants.
    “On second thought,” Rory said through his tears, trying to catch his breath, “I think you should have let me have the girls. At least I’d not be fuckin’ having to walk down the hill like some scared skier.”
    T.J.’s laughter peeled away in another round. “Yeah, but in that case, they’d be nekked by the time they got to the top, and I don’t think these people—,” he pointed to the small crowd that had begun to gather, “—would be too amused.”
    Rory got to his feet, dusted the snow from his hair and his neck, pants and butt. “Show’s over,” he said as his arms went wide to the side.
    A well-placed snowball landed on Rory’s neck so hard it nearly knocked him over. He whirled around, seeing Fredo rush by and down the hill. Over the top of his head Rory saw Fredo raise a glove in the three-finger salute. He swore he’d exact revenge on Fredo, or he’d go to the hospital trying.

Chapter 8
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    M egan got to the bookstore early to tend to the tables and chairs she left behind when they’d left so suddenly last night. Her boss wasn’t due in for at least an hour, but she wanted to make sure the room was completely ready for customers. She got a cappuccino from the coffee staff and hid it on one of the shelves behind the sales terminal. She wasn’t used to having two strong coffees in one morning, especially since taking her hot yoga class, but she found the coffee soothing.
    Lindsay told her the boys were up at the snow and asked her if she wanted to go. She would have had to take off a day at work, so she declined. As the morning wore on, she began to reconsider her decision. If Lindsay’s husband, Brady, were going to be there then Rory wouldn’t be far away since they served in the same platoon. She also didn’t want to give the appearance of chasing him. Or did she?
    Am I chasing him?
    Well yes, she knew she was. Might as well be honest and admit it.
    All morning she helped people find books and then rang up their purchases. She could still hear him, feel the touch of his callused fingers as he stroked over her skin and followed up with wet kisses.
    Her pleasant daydreams came to an abrupt end when Grant walked into the bookstore and headed straight for her. She hadn’t heard from him in the three months since their breakup. He looked angry. She shielded herself quickly behind the counter.
    Grant had long hair he wore over the side in what would some day be a comb-over. But right now, he had plenty of sandy straight hair that was always getting into his eyes. He worked as a reporter for the local paper. With his tweed jacket and horn-rimmed glasses, he easily could have passed for a college professor.
    She could see his look soften, the closer he got to her. His wedding ring was missing like the first time they had gone out.
    “Grant.”
    “How are you, Megan? I’ve been thinking a lot about you.”
    “You shouldn’t have. You’re married.”
    He held up his ring finger, exposing the white flesh of a recently unencumbered digit.
    “Which you could have slipped into your pocket, just like the first time we met.”
    “I wouldn’t do that.”
    She stiffened, the hackles standing up on the back of her neck, her stomach doing flip-flops. “You’ve done worse,” she said through her teeth.
    The hot sex was one thing, but the telling her that he loved her and wanted to marry her when he already had a wife and two children at home who were blissfully ignorant of his serial adulterous nature—this was what had hurt the most. She’d believed him and hated the fact that the only man she’d trusted one hundred percent, perhaps the only man she ever would trust like that, didn’t deserve the honor bestowed on him.
    “I’m free now, Megan. I did it for you.” He tried to let his smile soften his face, little laugh lines appearing at the corners of his eyes, but his overall appearance came off like a bored clerk saying, “Have a nice