Hot SEALs: SEALed Fate (Kindle Worlds) (Deep Six Security #0) by Becky McGraw Page B

of accused East Coast mobster Peter Crifaso.  With the whereabouts of Washington Federal Judge Fallon Sharpe being unknown at this time, the pending federal case against Peter Crifaso for money laundering, racketeering and wire fraud has been remanded to her father, Federal Judge James Sharpe’s courtroom, for a trial scheduled to begin June 30 th .  As reported several weeks ago, Judge Fallon Sharpe received death threats which may be related to her decision against mob boss William Crifaso, who she sentenced to serve ten years in federal prison.  The FBI is investigating the threats, but no details have been released.”
    “I’ll bet Peter is breathing easier today,” the second anchor, a man who looked more like a used car salesman than a newscaster, added with a short laugh.  “From his decision record, it’s common knowledge that James Sharpe is a lot easier on mobsters than his daughter.”
    The female anchor’s eyebrows lifted as she glanced at him and forced a smile.  “In other news,” she said, swinging her eyes back to the camera.   Jax turned off the television, then propped his rifle on the arm of the sofa. 
    “ Fallon , I need to talk to you, babycakes!” Jax yelled, and the chatter in the kitchen stopped.  His tongue curled at the back of his throat when he realized he’d used the pet name.  Fallon stormed out of the kitchen, red hair swinging over her shoulders and amber eyes blazing.  She stopped at the arm of the sofa to glare at him with her hands on her hips. 
    “Only people I sleep with get to call me that name.  And if I recall, you have chosen to recuse yourself from that list!”
    Well he was adding his name right back to that list tonight .  Jax had just reached his breaking point at trying to do the right thing.  She was safe here in Florida, the bad guys had no idea where she was.  He didn’t need his damned concentration and he was fucking tired of cleaning his gun —and his weapons.
    “Your father has evidently decided that you’ve recused yourself from the Peter Crifaso case too,” he said, soaking in just how beautiful Fallon Sharpe was when she was angry, with her face flushed pink, her eyes dark bourbon pools he could get drunk on fast. 
    Almost as gorgeous as she was when she came.  A shiver snaked down his spine and zipped to the end of his painfully hard cock.  Even as far as she was from him, when her head rocked back on her shoulders, he could almost smell that flowery bath gel they’d stopped to buy her on the way to the house.  His mouth watered and he knew his workout shorts must look like a pup tent, but he didn’t give a damn.  That problem would be solved tonight.
    Anna strolled out of the kitchen to stand beside Fallon.  The teasing grin at the corner of her mouth told Jax she’d heard what Fallon said.  He didn’t give a damn about that either.  At twenty-five, his sister was an adult now and if he knew women, they had discussed him.  He was almost sure of it when Anna nudged Fallon with her elbow.  His sister looked like she thought she had ringside seats for the big show, and her words confirmed it. 
    “You tell him, sister.  Men think they can get you worked up and then drop you like a rock for no reason.”  Anna’s clear blue eyes bored holes in him.  “Make him explain himself.”
    Men can get you worked up and drop you like a rock?  
    Anna sounded like she knew exactly what that meant from firsthand experience—like she and Fallon had been commiserating or something.  His sister was young and somewhat naïve having grown up without a father and it sounded to Jax like someone had taken advantage of her.  He wanted to find the man who hurt his sister, the man who’d taken advantage of her, and have a word—or fucking hurt him, if Jax didn’t like his explanation.
    “Who the hell dropped you?” he demanded, anger scorching a trail up his body as he vaulted to his feet.
    “None of your business,” Anna replied with