Seal It With A Kiss (McClellan Trilogy) Read Online Free PDF Page A

you mind if we sit down?”
    Sam and Brock glanced at each other before Sam stood up and pulled out two chairs. “Here, have a seat.” He offered.
    “Can we buy you a drink?” Brock offered.
    “Sure, I guess you can buy us a beer. What is your name cowboy?” She asked looking at Sam.
    “You can call me Sam, and this here is my brother Brock. What would your name be?” He asked looking at the blonde.
    “Do you like sweets Sam? Because my name is Candy and I can be really sweet.”
    Brock wanted to take back the offer because he just about threw up in his mouth on that comment. He hated to ask, but went ahead anyway, “And your name would be?” looking towards the brunette.
    “My name is Bridget and I just know that we can go all night trying to build a bridge if you think that you have that much stamina.”
    Brock had had enough, he pulled out his badge and informed the ladies that they needed to take a walk.
    “What the hell bro?” Sam shouted.
    “They acted like a pair of hookers—we don’t need that shit.”
    “Why the hell did you suggest this if all you are going to do is scare the women away?”
    “I needed to get out—I thought you did too.”
    “Well as wired as you are bro, you need to go over and apologize to Bridget so that you can get laid, because you sure as hell need to let off some of that steam you got going on.”
    “That’s not gonna happen.”
    “What is going on with you man? This really isn’t like you—comments like that from the ladies never bothered you before—hell, I’ve heard some of the lines you used on the ladies in the past. Is that a mirror in your pants? Cause I can sure see myself in ’em. Spill the beans or I am calling Luke to see what the hell is going on with you.”
    “There is nothing to tell and maybe this was a mistake.” He said as he got up and threw a $10.00 bill on the table. “I’m going home.”
    Brock hopped in his car and headed home. Somewhere along the way, he found himself driving to Holly’s house and not his. He pulled into her driveway and shut the engine off looking towards the house. There was a light on in what appeared to be a living room, but he couldn’t tell if anyone was in there since the blinds were drawn. Several times he reached for the door handle to get out and several times he stopped himself. What the hell was he doing here? He had no idea what he would even say to her if he did go to the door. It would have to be something about the case—yeah, he would go to the door and ask her about the case. Before his mind was able to stop him, he was out of his car standing in front of the door while his finger was ringing the doorbell.
    Holly heard the doorbell and wondered who the heck was at her house—she wasn’t expecting anyone. When she opened the door and Brock was standing there she about fell over.
    Brock noticed the shocked look on Holly’s face as he said “Cavanaugh.” and walked right in past her.
    “Come on in why don’t you! Make yourself comfortable! Oh, by the way—What the hell are you doing here?” She asked as he plopped down in a chair and grabbed the remote.
    “I just wanted to discuss the case with you.”
    “I thought you had a date? It didn’t go so well I take it.”
    “I never said that I had a date. What I said was “You could call it that. You could call it anything you want to really—doesn’t matter to me!”
    “Well that makes a hell of a lot of sense. Since you are here and you have made yourself comfortable, would you like a beer or something?”
    “Depends on what the something is you’re offering.” He said with a grin.
    Holly glared at him and said, “I’ll be right back with a beer.”
    Brock watched Holly as she walked out of the room and suddenly a cat jumped up in his lap. “Well hello there big fella! What’s your name?” The cat rubbed his head on Brock’s hand as if he was telling him to pet him. “You want me to pet you huh? Do you like your belly rubbed