Free Saving the Seal 2: A BWWM Navy Seal Interracial Romance by Cristina Grenier

that, than risk him endangering another doctor. “Genny, excuse my being frank, but this is not a good idea.” Stella’s tone was low and worried. “Don’t get me wrong: He could just be a disturbed kid. But if he’s not...if he’s the one behind all this, this could be extremely dangerous for you.”
    “Stella, I’ll be safer than you can imagine.” She quickly explained her justification to her friend, hoping that Stella would understand the way she thought. When she finished, the redhead merely sighed, chewing on her own lip in apprehension.
    “Gen, if you want to do this, I’m on board. But you know Owen is going to be pissed. And you’re going to have to face Jonas after what happened between you and his father.”
    Genevieve certainly didn’t need reminding of that. Just the thought was enough to make her stomach turn. As a psychiatrist, she was supposed to remain emotionally detached from her patients, but that was going to be close to impossible in this instance. She was going to have to be on her guard with Jonas Kant.
    And she was going to have to find some way to explain her decision to Owen.
     
     
    “You what ?”
    She had, perhaps, underestimated how badly her lover would take her announcement. It had taken Genny a full week to work up the courage to tell him, which left her divulging her course of action the day before Kant was scheduled to be in her office.
    They were on the Air Force base shooting range late in the evening, and luckily, it was almost deserted, as all of the soldiers were out doing night drills. The moment the words left her lips, Owen straightened from where he’d been aiming at a target and stared down at her like she’d lost her mind.
    Genny swallowed thickly. Though she knew Owen would never hurt her, the man was ridiculously intimidating when he was upset. “Owen, please, hear me out. It’s the only course of action I could take.”
    “Like hell it is.” The man released the cylinder from the revolver he held, smacking the remaining bullets on the table as he visibly tried to reign in his anger. “Genny, what are you doing ? This is the opposite of being careful.”
    The young woman set her own pistol on the table beside his, drawing on long collected reserves of courage. “Owen, please, you have to understand. There’s no way he can touch me at the hospital. Hundreds of eyes will be on him all day, every day. And since the police already know, they’ll be doubly wary. I’ll be perfectly safe.”
    When Owen rounded on her, his gaze was conflicted, fear and anger combined to paint sheer helplessness across his features. “And if he decides to wrap his hands around your throat and choke the life out of you in your office? How long would it take someone to get there and help you?”
    Genny exhaled a shuddering breath. He was scared for her. Heaven knew she was pretty nervous herself.
    “Owen, you’re going to have to trust me. I believe in my staff and I believe in the authorities. If I get in trouble, I’ll get help.” She touched the man’s shoulder lightly, her gaze fairly pleading for him to calm down. “And I’ll get it quickly. If anyone else treats him…the cops might get there too late.”
    Owen’s shoulders quaked slightly beneath her grip a moment before his arms encircled her, crushing her against him. “Goddamn it, Genny.” He murmured against her neck, his grip desperately tight. “You’d better know what you’re doing.”
    The young woman wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her lips warmly to his cheeks. “It’ll be OK, Owen. Everyone in the office is on my side.”
    Her lover growled low in his throat, making her shiver as the sound reverberated through her. “I’m not worried about who’s on your side. I’m worried about who isn’t.”

Chapter Five: The Broken Son
     
    Genny couldn’t ever recall being so apprehensive about a new patient. As she sat at her desk, waiting for two o’clock to arrive, she found herself