Shades of Gray by Maya Banks Read Free Book Online

saying. Today’s offering was “Heavily armed, easily pissed.”
    Damn but she wanted that T-shirt.
    He, like Cole, was a former navy SEAL, and he’d been called Dolphin since BUD/S training,
     because he swam like one. The man was more at-home in the water than on land. P.J.
     half expected she’d find gills in his rib cage somewhere.
    “Fancy meeting you here, Cole,” Dolphin said with a sly grin.
    Before P.J. could contemplate removing Cole’s testicles—she knew this was going to
     happen!—he responded so casually that
she
even believed him.
    “I tagged P.J. coming out of one of the gates. Figured we were going the same place
     so we may as well hitch a ride together.”
    Dolphin frowned. “You went out of town?”
    Cole snorted. “I do have a life, you know. We were supposed to be up for some extended
     R and R.”
    P.J. cut in, relieved that Dolphin seemed to accept Cole’s explanation. “So what’s
     up anyway, Dolphin? Steele was as closed mouthed as ever when he called me up.”
    Dolphin shrugged as he motioned them toward the doorway leading to the parking garage.
     “Got me. You know him. We’ll know all when Steele deems it appropriate. Me, I’m just
     the errand boy sent to provide P.J. a ride.”
    Just then Cole’s phone went off. He glanced down and frowned as he read the message.
    “What’s up?” P.J. asked and then realized how nosy she sounded.
    But Cole didn’t seem bothered.
    “Looks like a text that just got through. Steele says we’re meeting at his house,
     not the compound.”
    “Oh yeah,” Dolphin said. “You didn’t know? I figure the world’s coming to an end.
     Us seeing Steele’s inner sanctum? This must be some pretty heavy-duty shit. I just
     hope to hell my OnStar can find it. Knowing him, it’s probably not on any official
     GPS map.”
    P.J. and Cole exchanged a look. Dolphin was being a smart-ass but he wasn’t far off
     the mark. Suddenly she was anxious to get the hell where they were going so she could
     find out what sort of mission they’d been called up on.
    When they arrived at Dolphin’s truck, he grabbed P.J.’s pack before she could toss
     it in the back herself. She climbed into the extra cab, leaving the front for Cole.
     She only hoped he took the hint. She found herself holding her breath as he walked
     around the other side.
    To her relief, he climbed in the front just as Dolphin slid behind the wheel.
    “You get any rest at all, P.J.?” Dolphin asked as he glanced in the rearview mirror.
    It took everything she had not to blush. Cole made a noise that sounded like a cross
     between a cough and a laugh. She wanted to stick her knife right through the back
     of his neck. Asshole was enjoying this.
    “Slept like a baby,” she said in a silky voice.
    Dolphin shook his head. “I wish I had. I thought we were in for a long layoff so I
     went out. Hell, my head is
still
hurting.”
    P.J. rolled her eyes. Dolphin’s nights out were legendary. He always had a new story
     about all the crap he got into. At least it passed the time during transit and when
     they were stuck in some shit hole awaiting orders or for the enemy to make their move.
    “I didn’t get much sleep,” Cole said slyly.
    Dolphin guffawed. “You finally get laid, dude? I was beginning to think you were considering
     monkhood.”
    P.J. wanted to crawl under the seat. It wasn’t that the discussion was anything out
     of the ordinary. When she was working, she was just one of the guys. She didn’t get
     a pass because she was female, and she liked it that way. No way she wanted them acting
     all weird around her, afraid to say anything for fear of offending her.
    What surprised her even more was that if Dolphin’s words were to be taken to heart,
     Cole had told the truth about not hopping into bed with just anyone.
    “Monkhood? Nah. Just needed to meet the right woman.”
    Dolphin made an exaggerated rear back with his head. “Dude! Don’t tell me you’re off
     the