The Stripper and the SEAL by Jenna Bennett

Author:Jenna Bennett [Bennett, Jenna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

8

It was still dark when Max shook her awake the next morning. “I have PT. And a meeting with the brass. You can stay here if you want, but...”

“No.” Gabrielle would rather sit in the front seat of his truck all day, in the safety of the Navy base, than be left here by herself. “Just give me two minutes, and I’ll be ready to go.”

“Take your time,” Max said, putting a bag next to the bed. “We can spare a little more than that.”

It wasn’t going to take much more than that. She’d grabbed a quick shower last night—which had been just a few hours ago—and it wasn’t like she had to fuss with her hair. There was no hair left to fuss with. She’d gone without makeup for the last several days. She could do it again. All she had to do was visit the bathroom, brush her teeth, splash some water on her face, and get dressed. Two minutes would be plenty.

She glanced down at the bag he’d put next to the bed. It was hers. It probably had her clothes inside it. And the last time she’d seen it, it had been sitting on the floor in Max’s spare bedroom.

“How did you…?”

“I’ll be in the kitchen,” Max said. “Just come out when you’re ready.”

He closed the door behind him. Gabrielle could hear him walking down the stairs to the first floor.

No problem. She dug some clean clothes out of the bag and scurried across the hall to the guest bath. Two minutes later, she made her way to the kitchen, where Max was leaning against the counter with a steaming mug of coffee in his hand.

“Coffee in the coffee maker,” he told her. “Mugs in the cabinet. Milk in the fridge.”

“I drink it black.” Especially today, when she was operating on just a few hours of sleep.

Max, who’d probably gotten none at all, if he’d gone back to his house after he got her settled last night, looked disgustingly fresh. His hair was wet and stood up in spikes, so he’d either taken a shower or stuck his head under the faucet to wake himself up. Like yesterday when he’d come home, he was dressed to work out, in a T-shirt and shorts. Unlike yesterday, he was not sweaty and covered in sand, and he looked good enough to eat.

Gabrielle devoted herself to her coffee and to thinking pure thoughts, just so she wouldn’t fall into temptation and throw herself at him. Unlike him, she didn’t look good at all. Pale and plain and probably haggard from lack of sleep. And after last night’s revelations, she didn’t come across like any kind of prize, either. Why would he want anything to do with a woman who’d been a party to cheating on a dying wife?

When the coffee was ready and she’d had a life-giving sip, she turned to face him. “You went back to your house last night, didn’t you? While I was sleeping?”

“I wanted to make sure our friends hadn’t woken up and decided to finish the job.

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