Hacking the SEAL (Saving the SEALs Series Book 2) Read Online Free

priority. He’d spied an office too while he’d been here earlier. There was an attic too, according the the house’s blueprints. Natalie was a smart girl. He wouldn’t put it past her to stash the e-reader up there then try and return for it later. But in his years of snooping he’d learned that while some people hid their secrets all over, most kept to the usual spots. The twinge of guilt he felt over invading the privacy of one of his own didn’t help matters though, and his steps faltered as he hurried down the hall toward the front of the house. Jiggled the handle of the office door and found it was unlocked. Good. That would save him time.
    The door creaked open and he’d taken one step inside when the distinct sounds of a lock being picked echoed from the front of the living room.
    He’d not expected more company tonight, but then again, one never knew.
    Maybe Becks had finally decided to show himself again. That’s who he assumed was behind planting that false newspaper article anyway. Cowardly bastard .
    Scotty pulled his Glock from its holster and clicked off the safety. God, he’d love nothing more than to put a bullet right between that psychotic asshole’s eyes. The jerk had faked his death and left the rest of his SEAL team full of bullet holes in the jungle—as Scotty’s teammate Gage had discovered the week prior. Now the traitor was gunning for the files supposedly contained within the novel Natalie had written before her death. The novel Scotty had been trying to find when he’d gotten majorly sidetracked by a certain hot little redheaded number. Scotty closed his eyes for a millisecond, cleared Hayley’s image from his mind. Focus, he heard Nick say. Right. Michael Becks. The complete whackadoodle who was more than likely involved in Nick’s death somehow and Natalie’s disappearance.
    Scotty kept his finger hovering over the trigger of his gun and sidled out toward the living room, his back pressed tight to the wall. If Becks came looking for a fight, Scotty would sure as hell give him one he’d never forget.
    Poised beside the door now, he waited, breath held, as the front door opened and a shadowed figure stepped inside. Before his mystery guest had a chance to make a move, Scotty grabbed him around the neck, his forearm tight to the intruder’s jugular, threating the blood supply to his brain, the barrel of his gun resting against his temple in sinister warning. The person struggled against him as his mind raced. He was short. Too short for Becks. And soft. And curvy. And he smelled like strawberries and sunshine and…
    “Shit.” Scotty fumbled with his free hand for the light switch, flicked it on, keeping a solid hold on his prisoner. “What the hell are you doing back here, Red?”
    In answer, she stomped hard on his foot and bit his arm.
    Cursing, he let her go, then blocked the door with his body to prevent her escape. “I’m waiting.”
    Hayley glared at him, all fire and fury, her eyes glittering and her cheeks flushed, and despite the situation, Scotty felt cock tighten. Lesbo or not, she was a fine specimen to behold.
    “Couldn’t stay away, huh?”
    Hayley turned away, her tone deadpan. “Yes, your powers of attraction were too strong to deny.”
    He snorted. “Considering you bat for the other side, maybe you—”
    “I’m not a lesbian.” Hayley gave him a look. “Even if I was, what difference does that make?”
    “None.” He followed her over to the desk.
    She gave him a sly smile. “Maybe I just don’t like you.”
    Without second guessing his actions, Scotty stepped close to her and slipped his arm around her waist, pulling her tight against him. Her breath caught and her lips parted, her pupils dilating so wide they all but obliterated her emerald irises. There. That’s what he wanted. She might deny the attraction until she was blue in the face but she sure as hell felt it. This weird connection between them, like a silvery thread locking them both