SEAL Of My Heart by Sharon Hamilton Read Free Book Online Page A

it was the same look he’d given Tyler when he announced he was going into the Navy and the SEAL brotherhood was going to be his career path. And it closely approximated the look his mother had given him later that day when he told her he’d already enlisted and was shipping out the next week.
    “So, Tyler, I gotta ask you. Are we coming or going, here?”
    It was a very good question and deserved an honest answer.
    “I have no idea, but one of the two of them. Not going to stay the same, that’s for sure,” Tyler found himself mumbling.
    “Well, all I gotta say is wow. She’s a looker.”
    That lightened his heart. He grinned. Yup, she certainly was that. He knew he’d be thinking about her all night long. He wasn’t too displeased either. He thought about her long legs and smooth skin, silky brown hair that felt wonderful spilling between his fingers when he’d held her head as they kissed. He even loved the way she sighed and how she shook. Everything she did was a major fuckin’ turn-on. Just watching her trying to pick up her red suitcase had been fun, even though Kenny had tried to save her from it. She was just fine . That was all there was to it.
    And she was going to be okay with writing each other, so he wouldn’t have to bury her memory. Now that was something he could do. She didn’t know he’d won that poetry contest in high school. The star soccer player who could write love poems. Half the girls asked him out after that one little stint. Nope, didn’t mind it much then, and he certainly didn’t mind it now.
    Then he had the fleeting thought that perhaps she’d given him a fake address. Nah, he didn’t think so. That’s how he read her character. He could hardly wait. In fact, perhaps he’d work on the first letter tonight. He could post it and perhaps even get a response before he left, if she wrote him right back. That would be a very good sign, right?
    The clicking of Kenny’s thumb and first two fingers in front of his eyes brought him back to the reality of Kenny’s Gremlin. The red Yoda figurine on the dash seemed to be grinning right at him. The hula girl vied for his attention. The yellow dinosaur with the tiger stripes stopped chomping on the green plastic tree branch and stared him down. They were all asking about his next move.
    “What’s it gonna be, Tyler?” they cheered.
    He scanned the audience before him on the dash. None of your fuckin’ business, guys, he told them mentally. All he heard back was laughter.
    “You okay, Ty? I mean, you are way more distracted than I’m used to. Like, you’re usually ready for World War III, which means I don’t have to worry about it. But today, you’d probably walk into a fuckin’ Afghani tank and hit your head before you woke up. You can wake up , can’t you?”
    “So I’m thinking about that woman, Kenny. No harm in that.”
    Kenny nodded. “No. No harm in that. As long as you don’t step out in traffic or forget you’re driving or something.”
    Yeah. Thinking about her was kind of addictive. Made him want to take a nap and dream about her. He needed to be alone with his private thoughts about her. Kenny must have realized he was going there and nothing would disturb his daydreams, because eventually his friend’s incessant banter petered out. When the green monster car pulled up to Tyler’s mother’s salmon-pink-with-turquoise-trim two-story shingled home, he realized he’d been stuck thinking about what she felt like while she shivered against his chest there in the donut shop.
    His mom ran out the front door to greet him, her hands buried in a paint-smeared towel. Her lined face was still beautiful, and her long grey hair hadn’t been cut in twenty years. She’d just taken it out of the clip she usually wore when she was painting.
    “Oh, sweetie. Thank God you’re home.” She engulfed him in one of those mom hugs that had smothered him and made him sneeze when he was five or six. He felt how slight she’d