Free Coyote Heat (SEALs On Fire) by Desiree Holt Page A

said, pulling away from the house. “Ghost, I know you’re meeting your best friend there. Zeus, you good with that place, too?”
    “Give me a cold beer and a hot woman, and I’m in heaven.”
    As usual on a Friday night Key West streets were jammed with a mix of residents and tourists. Coyote had been here a couple of times on his own, and he loved the excitement and color of the city. If ever there was a place to forget his troubles and get happy, this was it. They moved slowly through the traffic on crowded Duval Street until they reached Sunset Pier at the very foot. Built where the Gulf of Mexico and the Atlantic Ocean met, the restaurant and bar jutted into the water.
    Coyote considered himself lucky to snag a rare parking space just as someone was leaving.
    “I’ll see you guys later,” Ghost said as he moved off toward the bar.
    “Yeah, say hi to your friend for us,” Coyote teased.
    Ghost grinned and flipped him the bird.
    “What was that all about?” Zeus wanted to know.
    Coyote explained it to him, and Zeus just laughed. “Yeah, we’ll have to get all the details on his friend. Okay, I’m heading straight for the bar.”
    “Right behind you.”
    The pier was jammed, both the covered area and the pier where tables were shaded with colorful umbrellas.
    “I’ll get us a couple of beers,” Zeus volunteered. “You see if you can find us some pretty ladies to sit with.”
    Coyote nodded his head and turned, smacking his elbow into something soft but solid.
    “Watch it, you troglodyte,” a sharp female voice spit at him.
    He would have laughed if the woman standing next to him hadn’t looked so mad. He guessed her height at five-foot-four. Her heart-shaped face was framed by a tumble of rich brown curls streaked with gold. Her eyes were the color of the Atlantic, but right now, they looked like they were spitting electric blue fire.
    His gaze dropped lower, taking in her navy and white dress, a simple thing with narrow straps with a bodice that hugged her lovingly. It hugged her even more since he’d apparently knocked into her and made her spill her drink all over herself. Holy shit! This was better than a wet T-shirt contest. He couldn’t take his eyes from the way the material clung to her breasts, nipples outlined in detail. Nor could he do anything about his cock, which immediately stood at attention and begged to salute. He could only hope she was too distracted to catch the bulge at his crotch.
    “Well?” she demanded. “What are you going to do about it?”
    “Apologize? Help?” He reached between two bodies at the bar, grabbed a handful of small paper napkins, and started blotting her dress.
    “Not that, you jackass.” She used her free hand to smack his away. “Keep your paws off of me.”
    Coyote stepped back an inch, all the space allowed, and held his hands up in front of him. “Okay, okay. I said I’m sorry.” He flashed her what he thought of as his unbeatable smile. “How about if I buy you a drink?”
    If she was outraged before, she looked to be at the screaming stage now.
    “A drink? A drink ? Are you crazy? Look at what you did to me.” She dumped what was left in the glass over his head. “Maybe that will teach you some manners.” She turned to the girl standing beside her taking it all in with unconcealed humor. “Let’s get out of here.”
    “Leave? But Cori, we just got here.”
    “So? Big deal. If all we’re going to find are jerks like that, then it isn’t worth staying. Besides, I’ve got to get out of these wet clothes. Damn.” She groaned. “And I was really looking forward to tonight, too.”
    She turned on her heel and shoved her way through the crowd, leaving her friend to hustle to keep up with her.
    “Here.” Zeus shoved a handful of material at him.
    Coyote looked down at it. “What’s this?”
    “Sunset Pier T-shirt. I figured you’d need something to wipe that egg off your face.” He slapped Coyote on the back. “Go change. It