Christmas with a SEAL by Tawny Weber

Author:Tawny Weber
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-11-23T16:00:00+00:00

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IT MIGHT HAVE been hours, it might have been days later when Frankie woke again. She stretched, delight filling her body. She didn’t have to look to know that Phillip wasn’t there this time.

But she did anyway.

She ran her hand over the indention on his pillow, then, after a quick glance to make sure she was alone, hugged it to her. Emotions washed over her in gentle waves, sweetly poignant.

Then she realized what those emotions were.

Frankie’s eyes popped open and she threw the pillow so hard it bounced off the wall.

Groaning, she shoved herself into a sitting position, resting her head on her knees.

What had she done?

Her morning had been so hot it sizzled, but it hadn’t done its job. Because here she was, all giddy and filled with joy, falling for Phillip.

She pressed her knees harder against her closed eyes, hoping the pressure would erase the crazy thought from her head.

Instead, she saw rays of color. Twisting color, coiling around a fat gemstone. She concentrated, trying to bring the image into focus.

“Oh,” she breathed in wonder. Onyx, roughly cut and tumbled. The metal burnished to reflect light like a prism, sending off rainbows. The vision coalesced in her mind, spinning and turning so she could see it from all sides.

It wasn’t just the end result she was seeing, but the step-by-step execution. As sure as she knew her own name, Frankie knew she could make the piece actually work.

Unlike every other time inspiration had hit in the past year, she wasn’t afraid that this burst of creative energy would disappear in a poof of disappointment.

This time it felt solid. It felt real.

But the crazy thought was still there.

Despite knowing they had no future, she was terrifyingly close to falling for Phillip. A part of her wanted to run. She was out of the bed and searching for her underwear before it hit her.

Running wasn’t going to make any difference.

No matter how far she got from him, Phillip would still star in her dreams.

Fine, then.

If she couldn’t escape it, and there was no point in denying it, she would simply do what she did best.

Enjoy it.

Since Phillip was nowhere to be seen—thank God—she used his bathroom and stole a crisp white shirt from his closet.

Buttoning it as she went, Frankie made her way down the stairs, the rich scent of coffee luring her onward. Telling herself the nerves dancing in her stomach were just preparation for enjoyment, she took a deep breath, ran her fingers through her hair, then stepped into the kitchen.

And almost melted into a puddle right then and there.

Thankfully, Phillip was focused on the newspaper on the counter in front of him and his back was to her, giving her a second to gather her composure.

And to enjoy the view. Her gaze traveled from the breadth of his shoulders down the length of his back to the sweetness of his butt. He looked as casual as she’d ever seen him in jeans and a thermal shirt; both hugged his muscles and made the most of his gorgeous body.

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