Reminding The SEAL (Navy SEAL Military Romance) Read Online Free PDF

times. It’s been a while since a man paid her any attention.
    Aside from his obvious attraction to her, he was an astute business man. If she wasn’t in love with her dead fiancé, she would have been flattered by his interest. He was tall, about six feet. Quite a handsome face, one you would see as a lead role in a romantic movie. His brown hair was still worrying his forehead and her hand twitched to brush it away. This bothered her. She didn’t know what it was, whether it was the hair or his baby blue eyes that made her feel comfortable with him, but when the meeting ended, she felt disappointed.
    “We’ll meet tomorrow and I’ll take you to my small factory. It’s not far from here,” he stretched his hand out and she placed hers in it. His large hand enveloped hers warmly. There was no tingling, no chemistry, just warmth and comfort. “Wear something comfortable,” he added.
    “See you tomorrow,” she replied but he was still holding her hand. “My hand back, please?” she chortled.
    Inwardly, she cringed at the weird sound that emitted from her. It was closer to a cackle that a normal laugh. The sound was meant to be elegant, if there was such a thing as an elegant laugh; however, she sounded like she was high on something. She hoped Mike didn’t notice, but it didn’t seem that way.
    As he left the hotel, she sat in her chair and breathed a heavy sigh. “Oh God, why did I react to him that way?” she lifted a slim hand and raked it through her shimmering golden hair. “Waiter,” she beckoned to the nearest one who quickly came to her rescue. “A glass of red wine please.”
    Within a few minutes, she was sipping the smooth, rich, red liquid, the fruity flavor lingering on her tongue. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the mellow flavor of the wine which was like medicine for her mind. Soon, Mike Satturby and her embarrassing laugh flittered away.
    After having another glass of wine, she went back to her room which overlooked the beach. Looking at the calm waters, she silently cursed it for being so deceptive. How can something so beautiful be so dangerous?
    “How can you take my love away?” she mumbled at the ocean. “How?’
    Without thinking, she stepped off the verandah and unto a grassy area that was a small garden, then followed a path towards the sand. As she neared the beach, her heart thudded heavily and fear gripped her, but she continued. On her way there, she passed a man tending the garden a few meters away from her room.
    “Ni sa bula” (hello), she greeted.
    The man, around aged sixty or so, grinned and replied, “Bula.”
    She could see far stretches of beach to her left and right, beyond the resort. She picked up a handful of sand and hurled it at the ocean but the breeze brought it back to her face and she closed her eyes.
    “I hate you ocean,” she yelled. “I really hate you!” a sob escaped her along with a shot of pain in her chest.
    Caroline brought her knees up to her chest and hugged them, resting her chin and closing her eyes. She made a soft groan as another bout of pain pierced her chest. She knew it wasn’t physical, but it was there nonetheless. Every time she thought of her fiancé, she felt it.
    Without provocation, all of a sudden, her heart started racing as well as her pulse. This scared her into thinking that something was really wrong with her. She pushed herself up from the sand and was about to turn around when she saw him coming up the beach, the sea breeze whipped his shoulder length hair which glistened in the afternoon sun. He was wearing cutoff jeans and a tattered sleeveless shirt which opened at the front.
    She shaded her eyes and tried to get a look at his face but the glare of the sun was too much. Plus, the wind coming off the ocean whipped his hair around his face, obscuring any chance of her seeing it. The wind picked up the shirt and flapped it away from his body. Then, she saw it. The tattoo. Just below his shoulder blade on the flat of