Stranded with the SEAL by Amy Gamet Read Free Book Online Page A

had snagged his interest. She was assessing him, considering whether or not he was worthy of her trust. He was a Navy SEAL, for God’s sake, a member of the elite HERO Force. That made him one of the good guys, no matter how black his soul felt under her questioning stare.
    Maybe if I hold on to her tightly, she can make me good again.
    Where the hell had that thought come from?
    She’s engaged to someone else, and you have no business even thinking about this shit right now. You need to get to Steele.
    Every step in Trevor’s carefully laid plan had crashed to the ground when his car ran into hers. He’d been prepared for any eventuality — or so he thought — well stocked with weapons, ammunition, explosives, and all the tools he’d need to get in and out of Steele’s compound without being caught. Now all he had taken for granted hung in the balance. He couldn’t let the accident ruin his carefully laid plans.
    He pressed his thumb onto the prongs holding the diamond, surprised to find them sharp like thorns. That thing was more than jewelry. It was a weapon, for chrissake. He couldn’t help but wonder about the man who picked it out.
    She could be marrying a serial killer. It’s none of your business.
    The song on the radio ended and the newscaster came on. “We’re in for it tonight, folks. Snow will be completely changing over to freezing rain by morning, continuing for the next twenty-four hours before changing back to snow. The state’s structural engineers have voiced some concerns about Warsaw Bridge’s ability to handle the excess weight of an ice storm, and the bridge is closed to traffic through Thursday. The bridge is scheduled to be demolished and replaced in early spring.”
    Olivia’s voice came from behind him. “The weather doesn’t sound good. Do you think they’ll get the roads cleared before all hell breaks loose?”
    “No way.” Hawk folded the ring in the palm of his hand and stood, turning to face her.
    She wore the plaid pajama pants and a too-big T-shirt he’d brought her, her hair wet and her nipples standing out against the fabric. He forced his eyes to stay focused on hers. “Did you have a good bath?”
    She frowned. “Not really. I couldn’t stop trying to picture my own life, where I live — stuff like that — but no matter how hard I tried, there was nothing there.”
    He touched her arm, an electric tingle shooting up his hand, but this time she didn’t pull away. “It will come. Give it time.”
    “Not like we’re going anywhere soon.” She brushed by him, the scents of woman, soap, and shampoo crowding him in the small space, and he closed his eyes. He could get lost in that smell if he allowed himself.
    “And I wouldn’t know where to go, either,” she said. “Where do you go when you don’t know who you are or where you belong?”
    He didn’t have amnesia. He knew where he had to go. He was stuck on this mountain and so was Steele.
    So go and get him. Do what you came here to do.
    His mind began to race. He needed a coat, some kind of weapon, and a way up the mountain. From the contents of the dresser, he knew there were clothes from a man similar in size to him.
    “Trevor, thank you for everything you’ve done for me,” she said, snapping his attention back to the present.
    “You don’t think I drugged you anymore?”
    “No, but I do want to see my car.”
    He imagined it at the bottom of a ravine, its charred steel frame like a skeleton in the snow. “It’s too far away.”
    “It can’t be that far if we walked here.”
    “You didn’t walk. I carried you.” She met his eyes and he shrugged one shoulder. “You were unconscious.”
    She frowned. “But how far…”
    “About a mile.”
    “You carried me for a mile?”
    “Maybe more.”
    She blew out air. “I find that hard to believe. No offense.”
    “None taken.”
    She frowned. “I really want to see my car.”
    “You can’t. At least two feet of snow has fallen since then,