SEAL My Home: Bad Boys of SEAL Team 3, Book 2 (SEAL Brotherhood Series 9) by Sharon Hamilton
Authors: Sharon Hamilton
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the doorway, she winked.
God, that felt good!
T.J. and Brady came bounding in like a couple of big cats, ready to play.
“It’s L.A. time, baby!” Brady said.
“What the fuck is that?” T.J. pointed to the gold cellophane encrusted bottle Rory found he was cradling.
“Peace offering. Mr. Richie Rich over there got his slaves to get him out of Dodge pronto. I guess he felt sorry for me.”
“Sure you didn’t give him a blow job to get that?” T.J. quipped.
“Don’t start with me. I’m not in the mood. Here.” He handed the bottle to T.J. “Get this fuckin’ thing out of my sight.”
“With pleasure.” T.J. smoothed over the crinkly cellophane. “This is old stuff. I’m guessing it cost him a couple hundred.”
“Whatever.”
“Something go on while I wasn’t looking? You guys know each other and just figure it out?”
“Nah, he was saying he was sorry for the accident.”
“Really?” Brady acted impressed. “They release him?”
“Just my fuckin’ luck. He’s going to the same hospital I’m being taken to in L.A.”
They heard the noise from a helicopter landing one floor above them. “Think that’s my ride,” Rory said. “You bring any of my clothes?”
“We screwed up, man. Sent it all home with the girls.”
“Speaking of girls,” Brady began. “Your lady sends her prayers and healing thoughts. Wanted you to know she would have stayed. T.J. and I had a heck of a time convincing her otherwise.”
Rory shrugged. He’d been thinking about her, but he wasn’t sure it was right to reach out to her. Things had gotten suddenly complicated. “Thanks. Appreciate it.”
“You should call her, man,” T.J. added.
“She’s totally digging on you.” Brady added.
“Let’s get through all this first. I’ll call her when I get situated in L.A.”
Rory knew he needed some alone time first, just to figure out what to say. What would he say to her? He felt like it could be dangerous. He didn’t want to screw up any chance. Right now, leaving her alone was going to help his odds, regardless of whether or not it was considerate.
Paramedics arrived at the doorway. Rory heard sounds of staff and a gurney being unpacked. He glanced over at his remaining roommate, spreading his arms and hands out to the side. “Showtime, my man.”
The man grinned. “Everyone’s abandoning me. Gonna get kind of lonely without all the high drama.”
Rory had to chuckle at that one. “I’m sorry. But every time I looked over at you, you were sawing logs.”
“My wife says I fake it real nice.”
All four of them laughed. “Well, when I see something happening on TV, some place is blown up, and someone is rescued or a bunch of bad guys are taken out, I’ll think of you guys. I’ll tell my friends I met one once.” The man’s lower lip quivered.
“Thanks, man,” T.J. said, shaking the guy’s hand. “We appreciate that.”
“Good luck with your rehab. Hope you get to running after that pretty wife you’ve been talking about real soon,” Rory added.
“Been an honor, sir. Good luck with your surgery. But especially good luck with your dad.”
T.J. and Brady’s heads whipped around as they stared at Rory. T.J. looked down at the wrapped bottle. “That asshole is your dad?”
Rory rolled his shoulder. “So he seems to think. Between you and me, T.J. I think it’s another one of those stories. Remember? My parents are invisible.”
Chapter 16
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M egan was used to losing herself in books, especially when she was hurting. She could throw herself into great novels and be transported to lands in faraway time zones. Her life never matched the excitement of the heroines in the romance novels she read. She was used to reading a book a day. Some days she would read two.
She’d had a taste of the excitement with Rory, and, unlike before, she found herself drifting off while reading, remembering being with him. She was usually so glued to her stories that her days went by fast.
God, that felt good!
T.J. and Brady came bounding in like a couple of big cats, ready to play.
“It’s L.A. time, baby!” Brady said.
“What the fuck is that?” T.J. pointed to the gold cellophane encrusted bottle Rory found he was cradling.
“Peace offering. Mr. Richie Rich over there got his slaves to get him out of Dodge pronto. I guess he felt sorry for me.”
“Sure you didn’t give him a blow job to get that?” T.J. quipped.
“Don’t start with me. I’m not in the mood. Here.” He handed the bottle to T.J. “Get this fuckin’ thing out of my sight.”
“With pleasure.” T.J. smoothed over the crinkly cellophane. “This is old stuff. I’m guessing it cost him a couple hundred.”
“Whatever.”
“Something go on while I wasn’t looking? You guys know each other and just figure it out?”
“Nah, he was saying he was sorry for the accident.”
“Really?” Brady acted impressed. “They release him?”
“Just my fuckin’ luck. He’s going to the same hospital I’m being taken to in L.A.”
They heard the noise from a helicopter landing one floor above them. “Think that’s my ride,” Rory said. “You bring any of my clothes?”
“We screwed up, man. Sent it all home with the girls.”
“Speaking of girls,” Brady began. “Your lady sends her prayers and healing thoughts. Wanted you to know she would have stayed. T.J. and I had a heck of a time convincing her otherwise.”
Rory shrugged. He’d been thinking about her, but he wasn’t sure it was right to reach out to her. Things had gotten suddenly complicated. “Thanks. Appreciate it.”
“You should call her, man,” T.J. added.
“She’s totally digging on you.” Brady added.
“Let’s get through all this first. I’ll call her when I get situated in L.A.”
Rory knew he needed some alone time first, just to figure out what to say. What would he say to her? He felt like it could be dangerous. He didn’t want to screw up any chance. Right now, leaving her alone was going to help his odds, regardless of whether or not it was considerate.
Paramedics arrived at the doorway. Rory heard sounds of staff and a gurney being unpacked. He glanced over at his remaining roommate, spreading his arms and hands out to the side. “Showtime, my man.”
The man grinned. “Everyone’s abandoning me. Gonna get kind of lonely without all the high drama.”
Rory had to chuckle at that one. “I’m sorry. But every time I looked over at you, you were sawing logs.”
“My wife says I fake it real nice.”
All four of them laughed. “Well, when I see something happening on TV, some place is blown up, and someone is rescued or a bunch of bad guys are taken out, I’ll think of you guys. I’ll tell my friends I met one once.” The man’s lower lip quivered.
“Thanks, man,” T.J. said, shaking the guy’s hand. “We appreciate that.”
“Good luck with your rehab. Hope you get to running after that pretty wife you’ve been talking about real soon,” Rory added.
“Been an honor, sir. Good luck with your surgery. But especially good luck with your dad.”
T.J. and Brady’s heads whipped around as they stared at Rory. T.J. looked down at the wrapped bottle. “That asshole is your dad?”
Rory rolled his shoulder. “So he seems to think. Between you and me, T.J. I think it’s another one of those stories. Remember? My parents are invisible.”
Chapter 16
‡
M egan was used to losing herself in books, especially when she was hurting. She could throw herself into great novels and be transported to lands in faraway time zones. Her life never matched the excitement of the heroines in the romance novels she read. She was used to reading a book a day. Some days she would read two.
She’d had a taste of the excitement with Rory, and, unlike before, she found herself drifting off while reading, remembering being with him. She was usually so glued to her stories that her days went by fast.
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