Cruisin' For A SEAL: SEAL Brotherhood #5 Read Online Free

perhaps pulling the wayward strands of her curly hair away, but wasn’t sure.
    He knew, since the cruise left in the morning, that her refusal to give him her name meant there was no future for them. He did have her address, though. He’d written it in his little notebook. Maybe he’d send flowers, maybe a letter. Perhaps they could write, have someone translate for them. Perhaps the long distance would help them become friends first, though God knew they were well suited in bed.
    As she drifted further away from him, he couldn’t help but feel cold, like the coldness that had shrouded him every day since Sophie’s death. For this glorious afternoon, this mystery woman had healed him, taken his mind off the fact that he was alive and alone. Now he didn’t feel so alone any longer. Even though he would never see her again.
    Just as she turned the corner and was out of sight, he got his notebook out to find the page where he’d written her address. What he also found was something she’d written in Italian.
    And underneath her words, she’d written her name,
    Sophia.
    A large hand slapped him on the shoulder. Cooper’s giant body blocked the sun from the whole table, plus the one next to Mark.
    “Where the hell you been? We’ve doubled back here like ten times, and you’ve been a no-show.”
    Mark smiled, licked his lips and tasted her. “Been a little busy.” He quickly tucked the little book inside his vest pocket.
    “I’ll bet. The local girls are all over Jones.”
    “Fredo too, I hope.”
    “Not a fuckin’ chance,” Coop said grinning. “Poor dumb fuck. Although I do have to say that Mia has softened a bit toward him.”
    Everyone should be in love.
    “Soooo…who is she?” Coop demanded.
    “Who?”
    “The girl. Has to be a girl. You’re, like, MIA. We took a tour of the fort and came back. Christy and the girls went shopping, and we doubled back again.”
    Mark shrugged and looked down the street where she’d disappeared.
    “I wasn’t far away.”
    “Halfway to Heaven, I’d bet.”
    “Roger that,” Mark said as he put on his shades and stood. “Where’s everyone now?”
    “Right around the corner at the Ferrari place.”
    “Who’s buying a Ferrari?” he asked while they walked.
    “Damned if I know. Kyle’s thinking if we all pitched in about thirty grand, we could own it together.”
    “Like that would be a smart thing.”
    “You can rent them for fifteen minutes for about a hundred Euros.”
    “No shit?” Mark said as he glanced over his shoulder…just in case she’d changed her mind and had come back. But the street was empty. He had a fun fantasy of a very fast drive through the countryside with afternoon delight. The girl he now knew was named Sophia. Was God playing a trick on him?
    No, not a trick. There were no accidents, he’d been told. Everything was part of some big plan. And for some reason Mark’s plan was to find her again. Even if it took the rest of his young life. He knew he would. Somehow.
    They rounded a cluster of colorful yellow, salmon and light green buildings to another courtyard with several shops downstairs and residences on top. A red and yellow Ferrari sign hung above the glass windows of the shop on the corner across the yard. Kyle’s wife, Christy, was leaning over the red “California” convertible while Kyle took pictures.
    Nick came out of the shop with Devon, laughing. She was modeling a red Ferrari jacket with matching red cap. He winked over Mark’s way and left Devon to join Christy and the girls posing in front of the Ferrari.
    Standing next to Mark, the two appraised the crowd of beautiful women throwing themselves at the handsome Italian proprietor.
    “He must be in heaven,” Nick said, grinning as he everyone else and took a picture, too.
    “I’m guessing he hasn’t had that much attention all week. Nice looking guy, though. Kinda reminds me of Armani,” Mark said. “By the way, where the hell is he?”
    “Scouting for