Hot SEALs: Guard Dog (Kindle Worlds) (Stone Hard SEALs Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

interviewing me?”
    Yes. She supposed she was. “Well?”
    “All right. He settled back in the chair and crossed his arms. He’d taken off his leather jacket and his biceps bulged in the arms of his black t-shirt. The sight made her mouth water. “For starters, I saved your ass tonight.”
    She growled at him. Lola’s ears perked up and she growled as well.
    Mason glanced at the dog, now somewhat quiescent in her lap, and his lips kicked up. “Do you dress her up every day?”
    Was that a hint of derision in his tone? “She likes it.”
    “Yeah, I can guarantee you, she does not like it. Did you see the way she pranced around with those booties on? Dogs hate booties.”
    “What do you know about dogs? Or booties?” Or fashion? Really. Did he have to be exasperating? But when he wasn’t looking, she slipped them off anyway.
    “I used to put socks on my Lab. Trust me. Dogs hate booties.”
    “Why did you put socks on your Lab?”
    He shrugged and shot her that evil grin once more. “Because it was fun to watch. But it was a terrible mistake, I later discovered.”
    She had no idea why she was fascinated. Why she leaned forward and asked, “How so?”
    “He discovered a bitter hatred for my socks, and any chance he got, he ripped them to shreds.”
    “Humph,” she sniffed. “Serves you right.”
    “That’s what my mother said.”
    He stilled then and his jovial expression shut down, as though someone had flipped a switch.
    She thought to diffuse the tension with a joke. “I don’t know why I’m surprised to discover you have a mother.”
    “Most of us do, somewhere in our past.”
    And clearly, the past was not a place he wanted to visit at the moment. “As entertaining as this conversation is, I would really like to know what you bring to the table. As a guard dog.”
    His eyes narrowed, but she could tell from the shift in his expression he was pleased she’d changed the topic. “First of all, I am not a guard dog.”
    “Fine. Whatever.”
    “What we do is so much more than that.”
    “Okay.” Whatever. “Tell me about your qualifications.” She was dying to know more about him. Though God alone knew why.
    Or maybe she knew too.
    “I was a SEAL.”
    She blinked. “A SEAL? As in a Navy SEAL?”
    “No. The kind you find at the zoo.” He clapped his hands together and made a barking sound. Lola hopped to her feet and stared at him with her head tipped to the side. She was too bemused to remember to growl. “Of course a Navy SEAL.”
    “Like SEAL Team 6?”
    He sighed and rolled his eyes. “Yeah.” A grunt. “Just like that. My specialties are threat assessment, hand to hand and navigation. I’m a sharpshooter—”
    “A sniper?”
    “Not a sniper. I’m not that good. But don’t get me wrong. I am good.”
    “So why aren’t you a SEAL anymore?”
    Ooh. He really didn’t like that question. His muscles bunched and his jaw firmed. “I got shot.” This he spat out, like it tasted bad.
    “Where?”
    “In Somalia.”
    “No…I mean where did they shoot you?”
    “In the chest.”
    She gaped at him. “Isn’t that usually fatal?”
    “I died.”
    Well hell. What did one say to that? “Were there…angels?”
    “I…what?”
    “Were there angels?”
    “How the hell should I know? I was dead.”
    “There’s no reason to snap. I was just asking. I’ve never died before and I have to admit I’m a little curious…”
    “Look, I don’t remember anything. Okay? Just a helluva lot of pain.”
    She frowned. “I wouldn’t think you’d feel pain when you’re dead.”
    “The pain was after they revived me.” He rubbed his chest. “My buddies did CPR and cracked a couple ribs. And then they zapped me out of v-fib. On top of that, there was the impact where the bullet hit the plates.”
    “Plates?”
    He sighed again. It must be so trying to have to explain everything to an idiot civilian. “Ballistic plates. In the vests we wear.”
    Fascinating. But still. “So why