A SEAL's Surrender (Alpha SEALs Book 3) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Makenna Jameison
first everything. Not to mention the first asshole that had broken her heart.
But he’d moved on. Learned to live with his regret. The past was in the past. Now some babe he’d spotted for only an instant had his heart skittering to a stop and his mind replaying movie reels of what had happened a lifetime ago. What he needed was a couple of beers and some harmless flirting to keep the memories from churning through his mind. To keep the ghosts from his past at bay. That shit would haunt anyone.
In the far corner of Anchors, he finally spotted some of the guys on his team: Brent “Cobra” Rollins was nursing a beer, his eyes flicking with interest around the crowded bar. Mike “Patch” Hunter was chatting with two young co-eds, and Evan was sitting with his girlfriend, Alison, his arm slung casually over the strawberry blonde’s shoulder. Alison was a sweet little thing, a nurse at the local hospital. Although Christopher sure as shit wasn’t the settling down type, he could see why Evan would be interested in her. That guy had a stable family background and wanted a wife and kids. He was the youngest guy on the team, and although he’d seen a lot in his years as a SEAL, he wasn’t jaded about life the way the rest of them were.
After a serious injury in the field just over a month ago, Evan looked happier and healthier than ever. With the pretty nurse on his arm, it made complete and total sense. Those two had a bit of a slow start, with Evan constantly chasing after her. Or was it Alison chasing him, secretly wanting to be caught? Christopher smirked. The explosion that had blown up the vehicle Evan was driving while on their last mission had been brutal, but if Evan’s injuries were what had been needed to finally bring him and Alison together, Christopher supposed that it had worked out for the best. Those two seemed meant for one another.
But as for Christopher needing a wife or a family? Not a fucking chance.
The door opened behind him, and he realized he’d been standing there lost in thought. First the parking lot, now this? He was going to have to turn in his man card after tonight.
Hell.
Matthew “Gator” Murphy walked into Anchors, slapping him on the back. “What’s up, Blade?” he asked, calling Christopher by his nickname.
“Just got here, bro.”
“And we got here just in time,” Matthew crooned.
Christopher barely got a word out before Matthew drawled hello to a group of women, sauntering off and leaving him standing there alone. The dude sure knew how to lay on the southern charm. One of the women glanced Christopher’s way and pouted, but he wasn’t in the mood to flirt with some chick he’d likely never see again. Especially one acting like a sullen teenager.
Hell. When did he turn into such an old man?
Christopher scowled and headed over to where the other guys were. The only man missing from their team was Patrick. He had a young son and had just started a relationship with Rebecca a few months ago, so he was usually absent from their guys’ nights at Anchors. Patrick and Rebecca each had a kid, so that didn’t really allow them to spend their nights hanging out in bars. Not that Patrick needed to nowadays anyway since he had a woman of his own. That guy was completely smitten with her. The guys liked to rib him about it, since Patrick’s nickname was Ice. Rebecca had broken through that ice-cold persona, and after an incident earlier in the summer where a stalker had been after her, the two of them were inseparable.
With the ways things were going lately, Christopher felt like he’d be the last man standing. Scratch that. No way was Brent going to end up in a relationship.
Christopher gestured to the waitress for a beer as he joined the other guys. Her eyes sparked with interest as her gaze trailed over his muscular physique, but he gave her a brief nod and moved toward his friends.
“What’d
But he’d moved on. Learned to live with his regret. The past was in the past. Now some babe he’d spotted for only an instant had his heart skittering to a stop and his mind replaying movie reels of what had happened a lifetime ago. What he needed was a couple of beers and some harmless flirting to keep the memories from churning through his mind. To keep the ghosts from his past at bay. That shit would haunt anyone.
In the far corner of Anchors, he finally spotted some of the guys on his team: Brent “Cobra” Rollins was nursing a beer, his eyes flicking with interest around the crowded bar. Mike “Patch” Hunter was chatting with two young co-eds, and Evan was sitting with his girlfriend, Alison, his arm slung casually over the strawberry blonde’s shoulder. Alison was a sweet little thing, a nurse at the local hospital. Although Christopher sure as shit wasn’t the settling down type, he could see why Evan would be interested in her. That guy had a stable family background and wanted a wife and kids. He was the youngest guy on the team, and although he’d seen a lot in his years as a SEAL, he wasn’t jaded about life the way the rest of them were.
After a serious injury in the field just over a month ago, Evan looked happier and healthier than ever. With the pretty nurse on his arm, it made complete and total sense. Those two had a bit of a slow start, with Evan constantly chasing after her. Or was it Alison chasing him, secretly wanting to be caught? Christopher smirked. The explosion that had blown up the vehicle Evan was driving while on their last mission had been brutal, but if Evan’s injuries were what had been needed to finally bring him and Alison together, Christopher supposed that it had worked out for the best. Those two seemed meant for one another.
But as for Christopher needing a wife or a family? Not a fucking chance.
The door opened behind him, and he realized he’d been standing there lost in thought. First the parking lot, now this? He was going to have to turn in his man card after tonight.
Hell.
Matthew “Gator” Murphy walked into Anchors, slapping him on the back. “What’s up, Blade?” he asked, calling Christopher by his nickname.
“Just got here, bro.”
“And we got here just in time,” Matthew crooned.
Christopher barely got a word out before Matthew drawled hello to a group of women, sauntering off and leaving him standing there alone. The dude sure knew how to lay on the southern charm. One of the women glanced Christopher’s way and pouted, but he wasn’t in the mood to flirt with some chick he’d likely never see again. Especially one acting like a sullen teenager.
Hell. When did he turn into such an old man?
Christopher scowled and headed over to where the other guys were. The only man missing from their team was Patrick. He had a young son and had just started a relationship with Rebecca a few months ago, so he was usually absent from their guys’ nights at Anchors. Patrick and Rebecca each had a kid, so that didn’t really allow them to spend their nights hanging out in bars. Not that Patrick needed to nowadays anyway since he had a woman of his own. That guy was completely smitten with her. The guys liked to rib him about it, since Patrick’s nickname was Ice. Rebecca had broken through that ice-cold persona, and after an incident earlier in the summer where a stalker had been after her, the two of them were inseparable.
With the ways things were going lately, Christopher felt like he’d be the last man standing. Scratch that. No way was Brent going to end up in a relationship.
Christopher gestured to the waitress for a beer as he joined the other guys. Her eyes sparked with interest as her gaze trailed over his muscular physique, but he gave her a brief nod and moved toward his friends.
“What’d