Stranded with the SEAL by Amy Gamet Read Free Book Online

never take advantage of a woman.”
    “Never?”
    “Never.”
    “I hope that’s true.” She reached for the door, gesturing for him to leave. “Because as of this moment, you’re the only person in the whole wide world I can remember.” She closed the door between them.

9
    H oly fuck .
    Gallant stared at the smoking, twisted metal at the bottom of the ravine. There was no way anyone could have survived this accident, and he cursed Brooke for taking off on her own and doing this to him.
    What had possessed her? Like she didn’t have it good enough already, famous and in demand and about to marry one of the richest men in the world?
    And he liked her, damn it. A lot more than he’d liked the others. That was the kicker.
    He moved toward the tangle of steel barely recognizable as Brooke’s car, dreading the grisly find that awaited him. Maybe it was good that she was dead, that way Marco wouldn’t kill her for running off before the wedding like she did.
    Or make me do it.
    The driver’s seat was crushed but clearly empty. He moved around to the other side of the car. “What the hell?” From this angle it was obvious there were two cars in this tangle, not just one. He looked in what was left of the passenger compartments of both vehicles.
    They were empty.
    His cell phone rang and he sighed when he saw Johnson’s name on the caller ID.
    Fuck.
    “She was in an accident,” Gallant said. “I tracked her on the GPS through a fucking blizzard to the bottom of Warsaw Mountain. My Hummer barely made it down here, and it’s still snowing. Her car and somebody else’s are all crashed and burned up, but nobody’s here.”
    “You really fucked up this time, Gallant.”
    He thought of the big blonde intern he’d screwed from SNL. Brooke had set them up, even told him he could use her dressing room, then she’d disappeared. He’d kept the intern out of his version of events when he broke the news to Johnson.
    “Hey, I was supposed to keep her safe, not keep her from running off,” he said.
    “No, you were supposed to keep her in your sight at all times. If Marco finds out about this…”
    “You didn’t tell him?”
    “There’s no reason to tell him until we find her.”
    “But the wedding…”
    “Isn’t for almost two weeks. She couldn’t have gotten far without transportation. Find her.”
    The wind blew, making Gallant shiver. Sometimes he hated this job. “What about me? I need transportation, too, you know. There’s four feet of fucking snow on the ground.”
    “Fine. I’ll leave a snowmobile outside the compound for you. Keep me posted, but be discreet.”
    “I can do that.”

10
    W hile Olivia bathed , Hawk took inventory of the house. The snowshoes on the wall seemed to be real and functional. There were cross-country skis, boots, and poles in the bedroom closet. An assortment of household chemicals and alcohol that could be used to make Molotov cocktails, as well as some basic explosive components in the garage. There was also a snowmobile that ran, but it had so little gas it barely registered.
    He came inside and sat on the bed, staring at the small pile of clothes in the corner and wondering if he’d made a mistake. Olivia had asked where her clothes were, and that was a perfect time to give them to her, bride T-shirt and all, but he didn’t want to do it, which reminded him of the diamond he had in his pants pocket.
    He pulled it out and stuck it on the tip of his index finger. It was too showy, too elaborate for the straightforward woman in the bathtub. He’d gotten her hot water, averting his eyes when he pulled back the curtain to add it to her bath.
    It was an oddly intimate act.
    Maybe it was because she looked so young, and he was feeling very protective of her after what they’d been through together, but he didn’t want her to find out she was engaged before she could even remember where she lived.
    Or at least that’s what he was telling himself.
    Something about her