Free Her Fierce SEAL: Midnight Delta Book 6 by Caitlyn O'Leary

happy ending.” He smiled.  “What kind of cases do you normally have?”
    “Because we have been in business almost fifty years here in Austin, we have an established clientele.  I’m on retainer with three different corporations, and that makes up seventy percent of my business.  So it’s really boring.”
    “Really?  You have a gun in your desk.”
    “I’m a Texas girl.  Do you know how many of us have carry and conceal?”
    “A lot?”
    “You could say that,” she grinned. “Anyway.  The cases that aren’t boring are really not boring.”
    “Dangerous?” he asked as he took a sip of his dessert coffee.
    “There have been a couple that have been dicey over the years.”
    “How much training have you had?”
    “I’m an expert marksman.  I’ve had extensive martial arts training.  I take this seriously Finn.”  She watched him give her an assessing glance, especially looking over her arms.  She held up her right arm and flexed.
    “Satisfied?”
    “Not really.  But it’s not bad.”
    She rolled her eyes and picked up her purse to pay.
    “I’m paying.”  He already had his card on the table.
    “This is business.  I can write this off.”
    “I checked out your cleavage.  Therefore, I’m paying.”  She looked up at him from under her lashes.  She hadn’t been sure if the chemistry had all been one sided or not.  Apparently not.  Good.
    ***
    F inn was of two minds as he led Angie up the walkway to her door.  He was still mentally kicking himself and reminding himself that he did not mean for this to be a date. 
    And if this was a date...really?  I checked out your cleavage?  What, was he?  In fucking junior high school?
    Then there was the other part of him that wanted to take her in his arms after hearing all the things that she had told him.  Like when he had heard the story of her parents not visiting her in Paris, and her Dad basically deserting her to run the business alone, he’d begun to see a pattern.  As tough and capable as she was, there was a part of Angie that had been abandoned. No wonder she always felt she needed to be strong and tough. 
    He unlocked the door for her, and she checked her alarm system which was secure. 
    “Would you like to come in?” she asked shyly.
    “I better not.”
    “Okay,” she bit her lip and gave a bright smile. “So, maybe the day after tomorrow will be a better time to discuss the reports?”  He watched her hands twist her little red purse.
    Dammit, he’d just rejected her.  What was he thinking?
    He reached out and dug his hand into the curls like he had wanted to three days ago.  God, her hair was as soft as he had imagined.  As he bent close, he smelled strawberries.  Was it her shampoo?  Her lip gloss?  Damn, when she had reapplied the gloss in his car, he had almost drooled. 
    He touched his lips against hers.  So soft.  She flowered open and sighed.  Her hands stopped twisting her bag, and instead crept up and circled around his neck. He tasted the sweetness that was Angie, loving the way that melted against him.  He felt a little sting at his neck, and realized her nails were biting into his nape, he reciprocated, by tugging at her hair.  She groaned and pressed closer.
    There was something so fresh and freeing about Angie.  She brought a little bit of light to some of the dark places in his soul.  He pulled back so he could look into her brown eyes, needing to see her desire.
    “Finn,” she whispered.
    He dipped back down and trailed kisses from her jaw to her neck.
    “So good,” her voice was just a puff of air.
    He had to look at her again.  It was a deep seated need for him to make sure she was with him every step of the way. 
    “What?” she asked.
    “Do you want this?  Really want this?”  He watched as she bit her lip. 
    “Tell me, Angie.  Tell me true.”  A phrase from his childhood.
    “Yes.”  She paused.  “No.”  Another pause.  She looked up into his eyes.  “I