Two Weeks With a SEAL (The Wakefield Romance Series) by Theresa Marguerite Hewitt Page A

had no idea
that I was holding, "I asked Rhea to move in with me and she said
yes." His smile was contagious and as Dana turned her open mouthed look to
me I couldn't help but grin ear to ear. The squeal that came from her made me
cringe as she ran at me, wrapping her arms around me squeezing me tight, the
joy running through her to me as happy tears came to my eyes.
    "Oh my God, I
thought this would never happen," she said into my ear, kissing my cheek
and placing a hand on each, pulling my face so that she could look at me. She
kissed me on each cheek again before running back over to her son and hugging
him tight, Chad picking her up and spinning her around making me laugh. We
unloaded the truck with her help making plans to go out to dinner around six as
she left us to put our things away.
    Lugging two of my duffel
bags up the stairs, I ran my fingers along the plain white wall, Chad's voice
coming from the landing above me, "You can paint if you want," his
crooked smile went to my fingers that were on the wall and I let my arm fall to
my side, shaking my head. He took one of the bags, interlacing his fingers into
my freed hand, pulling me to him for a sweet kiss. "While I'm out of the
country, make this your home," he whispered against my forehead and I
cringed at the thought of him leaving, closing my eyes as his hand came up to
cup my cheek.
    "Please," I
whisper, dropping the bag and wrapping my arms around his waist as he ran both
of his hands across my cheeks, interlacing his fingers in my hair and tilting
my face up to his, "let's not talk about that now. Let's just focus on
this week, this moment, right here and now." On my tip toes I kiss him, my
nose rubbing against his in a slight Eskimo kiss. "When you're gone I'll
have all the time in the world to occupy myself with things that will keep my
mind from missing you, if that's even possible, but for right now, I just want
to be us." His smile makes those happy tears edge my lashes as he picks up
the bags, literally throwing them in the bedroom, swinging me up in his arms
and kicking the door shut as he tosses me on the bed, my sharp laughs bouncing
off of the walls like I did on the mattress.
    We climbed out of bed
around five-thirty Chad helping me rummage through my scattered things trying
to find my black sweater dress to wear to dinner. He threw on a pair of black
slacks and a red dress shirt with a silver tie, jogging down the stairs when we
heard Dana enter, yelling her 'hello' loud enough to wake the dead. I laughed,
pulling on my leggings because Dana probably yelled like that in case we were
'busy', to give us a little warning. Pinning my bangs up, curling a few strands
with my finger and some hairspray, I lined my eyes with silver, black mascara
and for the first time in years, I put on red lipstick. Brushing my cheeks with
some powder, I pulled my black leather, kitten heel, knee high boots from my
plastic tote, hopping to the landing, smiling at Dana down in the living room
as she looked up at me.
    She was in a purple
satin dress and it blew my mind that she wasn't re-married, being a catch that
any guy would be lucky to have. "You look hot," I smile at her as she
blushes, kissing my cheek. We all climbed into Chad's truck, me in the backseat
as a courtesy to Dana, chatting the entire hour long drive to 'Le Yaca', a
French restaurant that was famous for their truffle and Chateaubriand stuffed
crepes. Chad telling the maitre 'd his name and that we had reservations we
only had to wait about thirty seconds, which was new to me, before we were
seated. Chad held out both of our chairs as Dana and I sat. I had never been in
here and it was magnificent, the colors and the atmosphere.
    I couldn't help but let
a dumb-founded look cross my face as I looked around taking in the darkened,
large space, the candles, the violin and piano music. I smoothed my hands over
the sweater material of my dress, my eyes meeting Chad's as he smiled at me, a
slight laugh coming