3 SEAL Daddies for Christmas by Ava Gray

Author:Ava Gray [Gray, Ava]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-11-16T16:00:00+00:00

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CLOVER

“Dad?!” Isabell stumbled to a stop before us, her eyes wide and her mouth agape. Hawke’s arm vanished from my grip, and he lurched forward, his face hard.

“What the hell? You’re supposed to be at home? What the hell are you doing here? Who is this?” Hawke indicates to the pale teenage boy next to Isabell, who looked thirty seconds away from puking his guts up on the street.

The date was officially over.

“I was just out,” Isabell replies sharply. “What’s the big deal?”

“The big deal is that it’s after midnight, and you’re fifteen years old; how on earth did you even get in there?”

“Psch, it’s easy,” Isabell snorted. “So many crowds. I don’t see what the big deal is!”

“Isabell, you’re supposed to be at home, safe, not out in the middle of town with strange boys and—.”

Hawke surged forward suddenly, grabbing Isabell by the arm and jerking her forward. She stumbled and whined in complaint, then her eyes went wide, and she glared up at her father.

“Have you been drinking?” Hawke’s voice was so tight and angry that I was almost too cautious to step forward. However, their argument had drawn the attention of a few people out on the street, and Isabell’s friend looked to be searching for the confidence to get in between them. Not a good idea.

I approached and touched Hawke’s arm, his muscles rock hard with tension under my fingertips.

“Hawke,” I said as calmly as I could manage. “This might not be the best place for this.”

Hawke looked at me; his silver eyes were near dark with fury and his jaw so tense that the nerve jumped under the skin. I tightened my grip further and tried to implore him with my eyes. A public scene like this wouldn’t do either of them any favors.

Finally, his shoulders relaxed a fraction.

“You’re right.” His attention snapped back to Isabell. “You. Home. Now.”

“What? No!” Isabell started to struggle, but Hawke was having none of it. His grip on his daughter didn’t relax, and he dragged her away from the club.

“Call me?” called her friend. I sent him a withering glance.

“What’s your name?”

“Robert,” he grinned drunkenly.

“Get home safe, Robert.” Then I turned and hurried after Hawke and his daughter. He released her a few feet from the truck, and she flew into a fit of rage, yelling and screaming about how much she hated him, how terrible a father he was, and how she would never forgive him for embarrassing her in front of her friend.

Hawke gave as good as he got, yelling back about trust and respect, all things she chose to ignore. With a scream of rage, Isabell threw herself into the truck and slammed the door.

“Don’t slam the door!” Hawke yelled. I paused on my approach, my gut twisting. This wasn’t the first time I’d witnessed the tension between them, but it was certainly the loudest.

“Hawke?”

He flashed me a grim look, ripping the tie from his neck. “Don’t. Please.”

I nodded in understanding, and when Hawke slid into the truck, I chose to sit in the back seat with Isabell to give Hawke some space.

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