The SEAL's Special Mission by Rogenna Brewer

Author:Rogenna Brewer
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-06-08T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TEN

MAL WOKE UP the next morning with her face in a puddle of drool and staring at a black ski mask. She jerked her head up from Nash’s bare chest. The pint-size intruder stared back at her. “Ben, what are you doing?”

He lifted the mask. “Shhh, I’m not Ben. I’m a ninja.” And with that he pulled the mask back down again and tiptoed his way to the kitchen.

Mal wiped the drool from her mouth. Swiped at the puddle on Nash’s chest but decided she was better off letting sleeping dogs lie and pushed to her feet from where she’d fallen asleep sitting on the floor.

Her hair had fallen free from its band. She found the colorful band in the carpet at her feet. Despite the chill, heat infused her cheeks. The last thing she remembered was Nash massaging her scalp and then feeling completely relaxed. Even her headache was gone.

Mal rolled her neck, checking for any residual pain. But the only residual anything she felt was the tingle to her scalp as she remembered Nash entangling his hand in her hair. When he’d pulled her down by the hair, she actually thought he was going to kiss her. A rough, demanding kiss full of passion.

And she hadn’t done anything to resist.

His lips had been parted and he’d had that unmistakable dreamy-eyed look about him. But while his eyes were glazed with fever and not lust, she’d been anticipating something else—a forbidden kiss. And why was that?

Maybe because she’d been so happy to see him up and about that she didn’t even care that he was surly with her. And her outing last night hadn’t gone exactly as planned. She’d waited for what seemed like hours for the sheriff’s SUV to leave and was beginning to think the sheriff actually lived there by the time the young female sheriff did leave. And then Mal had distinctly heard, “Good night, Grandpa.”

Mal had weighed the options of exposing herself.

There was either help right in front of her—or trouble.

In the end she’d had second thoughts about stealing the drugs. But desperate times called for desperate measures. And she’d been very careful to take only what Nash might need, and only took bottles from the back of the cabinet. In retrospect she should have taken only the pills and left the bottles.

Talk about your dumb criminal. Just because she’d known how to pick a lock from the Academy didn’t mean she knew what she was doing when it came to breaking and entering.

She glanced at Nash passed out on the couch. That wasn’t her drool on his chest. From the look of his glistening muscles, he’d cycled through chills and fever to sweat again. But this time he’d regained his color. That was a good sign.

The fact that she hadn’t been sprawled out in her own drool, but in his sweat, should somehow be a lot more disturbing than it was. She gathered the trash from the coffee table.

She felt much more normal as she made her way to the small kitchen.

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