Free Strong Silent SEAL (SEALs of Coronado Book 2) by Paige Tyler

telling us you and Felicia aren’t getting married… right now .”
    Logan looked over at Chasen to see him grinning from ear to ear.
    “What the hell is so funny?” he asked sharply.
    “Nothing,” Chasen said then added, “Right now, at least.”
    Logan wanted to tell them Felicia wasn’t any different than any other woman he’d gone out with, but he couldn’t make himself say the words. Because no matter how much he tried to deny it—even to himself—Felicia was different. If not, he would have slept with her a couple of times already and moved on. Resisting the urge to take her to bed after kissing her on the beach the first night hard been difficult enough. He should probably be given a medal for refusing to give in to his more primal instincts after making out on her couch when they’d come back from the cookout yesterday. The mere thought of how she’d straddled his lap and wiggled while they’d kissed was enough to make him hard in his uniform pants.
    But just because he wanted to take things slowly with Felicia didn’t mean he planned on getting himself fitted for a tux. It simply meant she was more special to him than the other women he’d gone out with. There really wasn’t anything more monumental about it.
    At least for right now.
     
     

Chapter Seven
     
    F ELICIA AND HER sister hadn’t had a girls’ night out since before the kidnapping, so as far as she was concerned, they were long overdue. Other than a few quick phone calls and some texts, they hadn’t even talked much since Stef had come over to help her get ready for her date with Logan, and neither of them had said anything about what had happened in the warehouse. Felicia wanted to make sure she was okay.
    Since it was a Tuesday night and Stef had an early class the next morning, Felicia suggested takeout from one of their favorite Lebanese restaurants. Stef offered to pick something up on the way over and showed up promptly at six-thirty with two servings of chicken tawook. Chewy gave the marinated chicken a longing look before going back to his bowl of dog food.
    Felicia speared a piece of chicken, savoring the tangy combination of yogurt, lemon, and garlic coating it. “So how have you been doing?”
    Stef glanced up from her plate. “Good.”
    Felicia gave her a look. “I mean how are you really doing?”
    “I’m fine,” Stef said.
    “Stef, you got kidnapped. I’m pretty sure you’re the opposite of fine.”
    On the other side of the table, Stef frowned. “You got kidnapped, too.” She sighed. “Look, I know you worry about me, but I’m okay. Really.”
    Felicia searched her face, looking for something to indicate her sister was dealing with stuff and not telling her. But she didn’t see anything to make her doubt Stef. Then why did she get the feeling her sister was hiding something?
    “Enough about me,” Stef said. “I want to hear about you and Logan.”
    It was an obvious attempt to change the subject, but Felicia let it slide.
    “What do you want to know?” she asked.
    Stef sipped her iced tea. “How your date went the other night, for starters.”
    Felicia’s lips curved. “It went great. I don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun hanging out with a guy before. We even went for a moonlight stroll on the beach.”
    Her sister’s eyes lit up. “Oooh, sounds romantic.”
    “It was.”
    Stef scooped up some chicken with her fork. “Did you kiss?”
    Felicia laughed. “Yes, Nosy Nellie.”
    “And did he spend the night?”
    “No!” But she’d wanted him to. “Stef, it was our first date.”
    “So? Do you have a three-date rule before sleeping with a guy or something?”
    More like a five-date rule, but she didn’t tell her sister that. “Logan and I both want to take things slowly, that’s all.”
    Stef grinned. “Sound like you guys are getting serious already.”
    Felicia reached for her iced tea. “It was just one date, Stef. Well, two counting the cookout we went to on Sunday. Even so,