The SEAL's Promise by Grace Alexander & Cristin Harber

Author:Grace Alexander & Cristin Harber [Alexander, Grace & Harber, Cristin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: clean romance, sweet romance, romantic suspense, romance novel, romance book
Publisher: Mill Creek Press
Published: 2019-10-23T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINETEEN

The road noise from the highway didn't dull McKay's thoughts. Nope. No luck for that, as they roared and complained along with the whirl of his speeding tires. McKay drummed his thumbs on the steering wheel and picked up his burner phone a hundred times, wanting to call Tessa.

It was still dark out, and with dawn yet to break, what was the point of disturbing her? He cursed at blameless drivers observing the speed limit as he maneuvered his way to Safehouse headquarters.

He woke up knowing that a woman who made him happy slept under his roof. Her sweet smell from her hug goodbye clung to him in his truck, and the last thing he had wanted to do was slip away from her arms. If this job didn't revolve around Tessa, he might have told Joseph he was taking a vacation. Vacation time had to accumulate, and McKay must have weeks available.

When he walked into headquarters, his first question would have to be, Where's the company handbook?

Surely something like that existed. Right? Safehouse had plans for everything. But would it have a section entitled Don't Mix Business and Pleasure on the Job? He had a date with the job tonight — a very sweet, beautiful date. No corporate set of rules would change that.

He pulled into Safehouse's secure parking. Before facing the guys, he had to lose the whole just-woke-up-with-a-woman glow. It was too early in the morning for a razzing, and he hadn't had nearly enough coffee or Twizzlers to ease into his day.

He squeezed his eyes tight, took a deep breath, and walked to the first door. Code entered. Locking mechanism disengaging. Another door. Retina scan. Another door and another, jumping through whatever hoops Talon had going right now. Security measures. Good thing McKay appreciated them.

McKay blew through the ops nerve center, straight into the kitchenette, hoping someone had brewed a pot already. Nope. No luck. Not even a leftover box of candy in his stash. He felt like a chick. Mood swings. Candy cravings. He needed to cut that out.

"What's your problem, McKay?" Talon eyed him when he stalked back into the computer hub. Despite the heat pouring off hundreds of thousands of dollars' worth of electronics, the room was icy cold. "You blew out of here yesterday like you were avoiding enemy fire, and today, it's like you have the shakes."

"I had places to be." Guess clearing his mind didn't work. "Where is everyone? I thought this was an ops meeting or was I wrong?"

"When did you start wearing a watch?" Talon spun round in his chair, regarding him with even more curiosity.

Should he wear a sign that said hook, line, and sinker, or fess up that there was a special woman at his home that he wasn't fond of leaving? He rubbed a hand over his face.

"Never mind. I'd just like to wrap this job already. Parts of it have been a headache."

"Dude, you are a headache. Since when did you care about complications? I thought you fed off pandemonium.

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