Revealing Her SEAL (ASSIGNMENT: Caribbean Nights Book 4) by Kat Cantrell

Author:Kat Cantrell [Cantrell, Kat]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Alpe D'Huez Press
Published: 2016-04-25T23:00:00+00:00

Rachel was mad at him. Evan didn’t blame her. But as he stood in the shower not picking up the soap and not doing the thing he was in the blasted shower for, he wished he had a way to make things right between them.

And what the hell did that look like? She’d pushed him away in the kitchen—rightly so—because she didn’t want him touching her. Why would she? He’d kissed her and then flipped out when she asked a perfectly reasonable question about impossible-to-hide shrapnel wounds, which he should have realized she’d discover. It wasn’t her fault he had zero social niceties.

Still. He’d been trying to be civil after she’d spilled the oil then gotten all upset about it. Hadn’t that meant anything to her? All day long as he’d painstakingly planted little coral growths in the prescribed spot, he’d run through practice speeches, imagined uttering the words, restructuring the sentences in his head until they conveyed what he meant to say. And then he changed his mind, selecting different words and testing those out.

In the end I’m sorry had spilled out and not much else. Because he sucked at this kind of thing. Or rather alcohol had always been his social lubrication of choice, even before it had become a problem. That’s why it was better to stick with his team and pretend he didn’t like the idea of coming home to Rachel, knowing she was there waiting for him, cooking something amazing for him to eat, and if he didn’t want to talk, he didn’t have to.

And then he’d planned to get out of the kitchen, which he absolutely should have done, but then she’d looked at him with all that vulnerability he could not resist. Maybe he’d reacted to it a little too strongly, and he definitely shouldn’t have touched her, but God, how could he not? She’d been right to send him away.

He finished his shower with no real memory of the soap actually hitting his skin, toweled off his hair and put on clean clothes, ordering himself to stay in his room. What could possibly come from hanging out with Rachel in the kitchen while she cooked, other than a continued dance with no end to the music in sight? They needed some boundaries. He needed boundaries. She wasn’t the one who had been unable to resist the draw between them. That kiss on the beach never should have happened.

He didn’t stay in his room.

Rachel glanced up as he reentered the kitchen. She’d put her hair up in a ponytail in the thirty minutes he’d been gone, and her expression was decidedly less agitated. His apology had apparently gone a long way, as clumsy as it had been.

“Oh, good. You’re just in time to chop the lettuce.” She handed him a flat green plastic thing shaped like a knife, with a laughable serrated edge.

When he cocked an eyebrow at it, she giggled. “Plastic. Because metal knives cause lettuce to turn brown where you cut it.

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