Her Fierce SEAL: Midnight Delta Book 6 Read Online Free Page A

likely they would be pulled away for a mission pretty soon.  It was just the way things worked in the Navy.
    Yeah, and you’re leaving them in a lurch, aren’t you?
    Finn pushed the thought away.  Right now with his fucked up headspace, he was more of a liability than anything else.  He looked over at the passenger seat.  He had his computer tablet with him.  He wasn’t anywhere close to the expert that Rylie, Clint or Lydia were on the computer, but he’d copied all of the information they’d had on the remaining unsolved missing baby cases. 
    If Declan’s ‘project’ wasn’t the missing babies, then he would show him the information he had, ask for some help, and be on his merry way.
    ***
    F inn spent the night in Fredericksburg before heading into Austin.  He’d gotten in some Physical Training, and was starving by the time he hit town.  Craving Tex-Mex, he headed for Sixth Street when the phone rang. 
    “You in town?” Declan asked.
    “Don’t you have me tracked to within an inch of my life?”
    “Maybe,” Declan conceded.  “I thought you’d like a semblance of privacy.  So you’re headed to Sixth Street.  Want a beer?”
    “Food, man.  I’m hungry.”
    “I know just the place.”  Declan gave him directions.  “There’s even shaded parking for your baby.” 
    “Is the beer Pacifico?”
    “Nah, we’ll be drinking Texas beer.”
    “Fuck, not Shiner Bock.  That’s all Jack ever talks about,” Finn bitched, thinking about his teammate Jack Preston.
    “Suck it up.  I’ll see you in twenty minutes.”  The phone went dead.  Finn shook his head and continued toward the most popular street in Austin.
    There was one shaded parking spot waiting for him when he pulled up to the cantina—amazing.  Declan McAllister was one spooky dude.  He locked his El Camino and admired the sky blue paint job.  She was one of the few things that still gave him a certain amount of pleasure.  It was sad when a car was the only thing that even came close to making him happy.  Drake was right, he needed to pull his guilt-ridden head out of his ass, but he had no earthly idea how to do it. 
    He opened the door of the restaurant and was hit by a wave of air conditioning.  After the humidity outside, he didn’t care what he had to drink, the cool air made it worth it.
    He spotted Declan at the far table with his back against the wall.  He scowled, realizing he’d left him to sit with his own back toward the restaurant.  He hated that position.  Declan grinned knowing why Finn was irritated.
    “Asshole,” Finn said as he arrived and angled the table so they both could sit against the back corner of the restaurant walls.
    “Paranoid much?” Declan asked.
    A waitress came over and asked in English, what they would like to drink.  When Finn asked for a Pacifico, he was offered a Shiner Bock instead.  Declan flashed him a grin.
    “That’ll be fine,” Finn said in Spanish.
    “Make it two,” Declan also said in Spanish.
    She gave a wide smile and said she’d be right back with chips and beers.  While they waited, Declan looked Finn over like he was a bug under a microscope.
    “What?  Are you considering dating me?”
    “You look like shit.”
    “Thanks.  You look tan.  Actually, you look good.”  Finn was gratified to see that his friend looked so much better than the last time he had seen him.  He winced as he remembered the hospital visit.
    “Stop, I’m not there anymore.”
    “Quit reading my mind.  My head, my space.  Remember?” Finn said as he circled the top of his head with his finger.  “Of course, it was an easy guess.”  It had been pretty harrowing when Declan had been in that hospital.  The only positive was he had been so drugged up he probably didn’t remember much.
    “Quit with the morose thoughts, you’re the problem child now.”
    “You still haven’t told me why you’re so tan. Where the hell have you been?” Finn asked.
    “None of your