At Her SEAL's Command (SEALs of Roseville, Book One) Read Online Free PDF

imagined.
    But those were bad ideas. Dangerous ideas. Even with Teo's endorsement ringing in his ears, he knew she'd have a hard time understanding his darker side, his strange tastes. Besides, what did he have to offer her?
    She was a friend, a temporary roommate and for the first time in almost twenty years, he wasn’t sure what he was going to do with his life. The indecision chafed worse than the sands of Iraq.
    She headed into the kitchen, swatting his ass as she went by. “Go shower. We leave at...” she glanced at the clock and seemed to do some mental math. “Nineteen hundred hours.”
    Her attempt to sound all tough made him smile all the way to the shower. Halfway through said shower he heard the door open.
    “Dylan, sorry, I forgot my lipstick.”
    Just knowing she was on the other side of the curtain was torturous. In some ways more so than anything he'd experienced since boot camp.
    All he had to do was slide back the curtain and reach for her. She'd reached for him earlier. That kiss had knocked his socks off. But he was naked and she had plans. Plans that didn't involve getting off in the shower.
    Or did they?
    The door clicked shut and he let out a breath. Disaster averted. For the moment, anyway. But his cock was down with quickie shower sex and as much as he hated to let that particular part of his anatomy rule him, he knew he was going to have a hard time controlling it with her dressed like she was.
    Somehow, he wasn't sure how, he managed to keep his cock in check. It was hard when Reya nestled closer to accommodate a late comer, her thigh pressed against his. They were bunched around a small table at the little coffee shop they’d fallen in love with in downtown Roseville.
    The owner, Jillian, approached the table. She was pretty in a retro sort of way and she always seemed to have a smile for her customers.
    “Hi everyone. I’m Jill. I’ll be taking care of you.” She took everyone’s order, mentioned the specials and hustled off toward the small kitchen.
    Dylan draped an arm over the back of Reya’s chair and she stayed glued to his side, talking and joking, pulling him into the conversation with the charm of a diplomat.
    Several cups of coffee and a great dinner later, her girlfriends talked about going to a club. He was too old for that type of event and the club he belonged to would curl their eyelashes.
    He was relieved when they decided work would come early and they'd had enough fun for one night. But as he drove home, he couldn't stop thinking about how easy it was to be with Reya. Everything about their evening had felt completely natural, as if they were an ordinary couple enjoying a night out with their friends.
    His body could be forgiven for thinking that the evening wouldn't stop with a goodnight kiss on the front stoop.
    But that was a dangerous line of thought. Pursuing Reya meant coming clean with her and deciding on his future. Did he stay in Atlanta or head somewhere else? He longed to stop with the limbo crap, yearned to make up his mind.
    Despite Teo’s blessing, he wasn’t sure he wanted to pursue her when he had nothing concrete to offer her. Sure, he had savings and a house, but at the moment, little motivation or direction other than getting Mabel’s home ready to sell. The depression he’d suffered from since the accident was easing slowly. Too slowly.
    And what about her job possibility in Switzerland?
    “Have you had any luck with the apartment hunt?” he asked. She’d said she only needed a place to stay for a little while and had mentioned getting a corporate apartment. But since then, she hadn’t said a word.
    He felt the instant change in her, the freeze as she went from happy and bubbly to cool and distant.
    “No. Not yet.”
    “Let me know if you need any help.” Not that he had a clue what he could do to help, but offering her his assistance was as second nature as breathing.
    “Thanks.”
    The night didn't end in a good night kiss. She thanked