The Airman's E-Mail Order Bride (Heroes of Chance Creek Book 5) by Cora Seton Read Free Book Online

Her mother debated her grandfather over a program on World War II they’d been watching on television before the meal was served. No one was paying any attention to her.
    She slid the phone out of her pocket, but kept it under the table so no one else could see. She tapped in her security code, called up her e-mail program, read Colt’s message, and tapped on the image to take a look.
    Her snort of laughter and shock made everyone turn her way. “Sorry,” she said, holding back more giggles as tears sprung to her eyes. “Sorry. Swallowed something wrong.”
    “You haven’t even started eating,” her mother protested.
    Heather pushed back abruptly and stood up. “Be right back.”
    She made a dash for the bathroom, and exploded in laughter when she slammed the door shut behind her. What if someone had looked over her shoulder and seen that photo?
    “Oh, Colt—”
    She pulled up the image again and this time took a good, long look. Hell, he’d always been crazy. And hung like a horse to boot. The one time he’d pressed inside her she’d felt so good. So damn good.
    She’d been with other men since then, but no one had grabbed onto her heart like Colt had way back then. None of them had matched his enthusiastic lovemaking either. Going back into her correspondence she pulled up his ad and looked at the photo he’d included in it.
    So handsome after all these years. Where once he’d been a lean and rangy teenager, now Colt was all man. He was sharp in his dress uniform and his torso was trim. His eyes were wary, but his bearing was confident. He wasn’t a man to toy with, so why was she toying with him?
    Because she couldn’t help it. Besides, he was toying with her too. She flipped back to the image of a certain attention-getting portion of his anatomy and a shiver of need whispered through her. It had been a long time. A really long time. When Richard was young she’d leave him with her mother from time to time and go out on a date, but as he grew older, she’d pulled back from trying to find a new relationship. She didn’t want to confuse him. He was such a loving boy and she knew he’d get his feelings hurt if a man came into their lives and then left again.
    She wished to God Colt knew about Richard and had helped her raise him. She wished they were the kind of family she’d always wanted to have.
    She couldn’t get all sappy now, though. What should she do?
    Camila would know, she decided. Her friend was fearless. Heather texted her quickly.
    I’m in touch with Colt, but he doesn’t know it’s me. I just flashed him my tits and he showed me his…well, you know. Now what do I do?
    The answer came back more quickly than she expected.
    Talk sexy to him!
    Heather thought fast. What should she say? The seconds ticked by as she discarded line after line as too silly or too over-the-top. She was out of practice. Heck, she’d never been in practice. Finally, she began to type.
    I thought I told you good-night, but you don’t appear to be sleeping. Do you know how to use that thing or are you all flash and no fire?
    She splashed a little cold water on her face after she sent the e-mail, and was preparing to leave the bathroom when her phone chimed again.
    I know how to use it. Wish you were here so I could show you.
    Heat rushed through her. Damn it, how was she supposed to get through a family dinner like this? She was hot and… wet and wishing he was here, too.
    Hold that thought. Gotta go for a while. Be back in a few hours.
    She almost laughed out loud again when she pressed send. That ought to get a reaction.
    Ping.
    You’re killing me. I’ll be here.

Chapter Five
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    O ne hour stretched into two and then three. Colt found himself flipping through the channels on the television over and over again, but he couldn’t concentrate on any of the shows. Was Heather coming back at all or had she played him like a fine violin? When the time stretched out too long he found himself doing an Internet