Free SEAL's Bride: A Secret Baby Romance by Vivian Wood Page A

Sawyer!” Colt said, pushing Micah toward the driver’s side door.
    Micah climbed in the truck and started the engine while Colt got in. Rolling down his window, Micah stuck his head out and gave Sawyer one final glare.
    “Stay away from my sisters, Sawyer. Like I said, I don’t want trouble.”
    Sawyer frowned, but he had no answer to that. With every single word out of Micah’s mouth, the mystery of it all just grew by leaps and bounds.
    As Micah drove off, Sawyer headed back inside, his mind full of questions. Clearly Colt’s explanation about The Colonel causing a feud between the Romans and the Rivers was crap.
    Otherwise, how would Micah justify hanging out with Colt, but still hate Sawyer? Colt was charming, but not that charming.
    Back in the kitchen, Walker was loading the dishwasher. Before Sawyer could interrogate him, the landline phone rang. Sawyer shot Walker a look, then went over to the kitchen island to pick it up.
    “Hello?” he asked.
    “Sawyer,” his father barked.
    “Yeah, hey,” Sawyer said, unable to hide his complete lack of enthusiasm.
    “I’m calling because Marilee wants y’all to be at the church social on Sunday, rain or shine.”
    “Oh… okay,” Sawyer said, pinching the bridge of his nose.
    “Marilee is having our wedding date announced, so all three of y’all better be there and be in suits. Don’t embarrass the Roman name, you hear?”
    Sawyer counted to three, trying not to snap at his father.
    “Fine,” he said.
    “Fine,” his father said, hanging up without further ado.
    Sawyer stared at the phone, then shook his head. A foul curse was on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed it down. Hanging up, he turned around to talk to Walker.
    Unfortunately, there were certain downsides to being in a family where all three siblings were SpecOps. Walker was gone, the dishwasher whirring quietly in his wake.
    Blowing out a breath, Sawyer shook his head. If Colt and Sawyer had a handful of brain cells between them, they’d start answering Sawyer’s questions… before he went investigating.
    One way or another, he was going to get answers.
    Soon .

9
    R emy was just putting the finishing touches on her outfit for the Sunday post-church social when Shelby came in.
    “Whoa! Hot mama,” Shelby said, wiggling her brows.
    Remy blushed as she glanced down at her pale yellow cotton sundress.
    “I’ve worn this to social before,” she said, feeling silly.
    “Yeah, but not with your hair in a fancy updo like that,” Shelby said, stepping into Remy’s bedroom to circle around her and admire. “Is that a braid? Wait, are you wearing blush and mascara?”
    “Well… yes,” Remy admitted. “I want to look nice, is that a crime?”
    “Nooooo,” Shelby said, shaking her head. “It’s just, I figure you’re getting all dressed up for a reason. Hmm? Like a certain hunky soldier who’s just come back to town?”
    “Shelby, don’t be ridiculous,” Remy said.
    “Who is being ridiculous?” Shelby asked. “I’m just saying, you are dressed up awfully fancy just to go to the church social.”
    Remy gave her sister a measured glance.
    “We should get going. Don’t want to be late for the social, Mama will have a fit.”
    Shelby gave Remy a knowing look, but Remy ignored her. Leaving her bedroom, she headed into the kitchen to pick up Shiloh. Settling her son on her hip, she walked into the living room. The rest of the family was outside in the driveway, or heading that way at least.
    Except for her father, who was in the living room, clearly waiting to talk to Remy. He eyed her outfit and makeup with a rueful expression.
    “That’s an awfully racy outfit you have on,” he said.
    “Hardly. It’s knee length and covers everything but my arms. Besides, I can look nice if if the mood suits me,” Remy said, feeling testy. If she were being truthful, Shelby and her father were right. She was dressing up just in case a certain someone was at the social.
    But only because she