Two Weeks With a SEAL (The Wakefield Romance Series)

Free Two Weeks With a SEAL (The Wakefield Romance Series) by Theresa Marguerite Hewitt

Book: Two Weeks With a SEAL (The Wakefield Romance Series) by Theresa Marguerite Hewitt Read Free Book Online
Authors: Theresa Marguerite Hewitt
slowly hand in hand back to the cabin, the bon fire
still roaring as the others sat around it, watching us approach.
    "I'm sorry for
acting like a brat," I say, feeling a slight blush rush my face, being
glad that it was dark out. Smiles meet me, Rosa and Kendall each giving me a
slight wink as they both stand, the men issuing some 'sorrys' along with 'it's
okays'.
    "Come on
girl," Kendall said, weaving her arm into mine as Rosa did the same on the
other side, "let's go get you a drink."
    Pulling me into the
cabin, Kendall and Rosa shed their jackets, practically ripping mine off,
dragging me into the kitchen and placing me on one of the stools at the island
where the remnants of dinner sat. "Glasses," Rosa said to Kendall,
disappearing into the living room. Kendall smiled at me, placing a rocks glass in
my hand as I snagged a forkful of macaroni salad, throwing a few ice cubes in
the glass as I held it up to her.
    Rosa was humming when
she returned, her arms hidden behind her back, "Now ladies I have two
choices," bringing her left arm up she revealed a bottle of Jack Daniels,
my favorite, and I raise my hand. In her right arm she holds up a bottle of
Puerto Rican Rum and Kendall squeals with delight. Cracking open the bottles as
I grab three cans of Pepsi from the fridge, both of them say at the same time,
"So what happened in the woods?"
    I couldn't help but
blush and bite my lip, Kendall immediately knowing what that meant, her mouth
going open as she pointed at me. "He told me he loved me," I said,
taking a sip from the glass Rosa had poured me, the Jack burning all the way
down, an 'ahhh' sound emanating from my throat. I don't think Kendall's eyes
could've gotten any wider, her red lips latched onto the edge of her glass
bracing for me to say something else. "He said he's been in love with me since
he was fifteen," my eyes started to tear again, this time in happiness as
Chad's words ran through my mind.
    "Oh Ray,"
Kendall said and I could see the moisture lining her lashes, her hand placed on
top of mine. I knew she was worried about me and how this would hurt me if it
ended, but I hoped that in that single moment she was more happy for me than
anything. I gave her a smile, Rosa raising her glass and cheering me and Chad,
the taste of the liquor making us all wince and then laugh hysterically.
    As dawn approached the
three of us sat in the kitchen, drinking and talking, finally being flung over
shoulders and carried to bed. Winking at Kendall as she waved from Timmons's
shoulder, I said a slurred goodnight to Rosa as Reno shut the door behind her,
her wiggling fingers being the last thing I saw. Chad threw me down on the bed,
forcing a loud burp from my throat, a silly giggle following as he tugged at my
boots. Managing to strip myself, I leaned up on one elbow to watch him in the
weak light, his defined muscles coming out inch by inch as he shed his
clothing. He smiled at me over his shoulder as he dropped his jeans and I
rolled my eyes at him, throwing myself onto my pillow. His warmth washed over
me as he slid into bed, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me into
him.
    "I love you
drunkie," he chuckled in my hair, the vibration rumbling through his
chest. This man, he was perfect. This man, was finally mine.
    "I love you
Chadwick Payne."
     
     
     

CHAPTER FOUR:
     
    Rosa, Kendall and I sat
around the wood stove that morning, or well, it was more like afternoon,
waiting for the men to come back from their venture into the woods. Kendall was
gushing about her tryst with Timmons last night; how she had to show him how to
kiss and this and that, meanwhile Rosa and I just sit there, slowly drinking
our tea, laughing at the absolutely ridiculous parts of her story. 'I swear you
guys, the kid's thing was this big," she held out her hands making an
outlandish size description, Rosa and I looking at each other and bursting with
laughter.
    It felt good to be
around these two women and they got along great, our

Similar Books

Conversation in the Cathedral

Mario Vargas Llosa

On Thin Ice

Susan Andersen

Destiny

Jason A. Cheek

Small Bamboo

Tracy Vo

Let the Old Dreams Die

John Ajvide Lindqvist

One With the Night

Susan Squires

Freedom Island

Andy Palmer

Edge of Eternity

Ken Follett

The Last Man

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley