Make Mine a Ranger (Special Ops: Homefront Book 4) Read Online Free

Tyler briefly wondered if an image of a threesome was floating
into her mind.
    He grinned. “No, just a lot of crap.”
    It was almost embarrassing that he had
accumulated so much in his 27 years, and every year he swore he’d whittle down his
haul to a more manageable size. But there was always something pulling him away
from the task. Deployments, usually. With his last two jobs, he had spent more
time OCONUS—outside the Continental U.S.—than CONUS.
    Now with a year in a stateside military
intelligence job in his immediate future, he might actually have some time to
make a run to Goodwill and unload some stuff.
    Glancing again at the view, a sea of
economical cars with a couple BMWs thrown into the mix, he couldn’t help
imagining Bess’s little Cape Cod overlooking the Chesapeake Bay. He had been
there once last year when he was passing through town. He had called Bess to
see if she and Abby wanted to meet up for lunch, but he had ended up getting an
invitation to her friend Maeve’s party that day instead.
    The house was a little slice of heaven
with a shoreline where he could launch his paddleboard easily for a quick tour
of the coastline. A good dock for crabbing. He could picture popping open a Sam
Adams and watching sunsets on that screened-in back porch any night when he
managed to come home from work at a halfway decent hour.
    Compared to this generic apartment with its
cream-colored wall-to-wall carpet and the sound of someone’s bass speakers pulsating
through the walls, the house suddenly seemed like a pretty damn nice option.
    He wondered if Bess would consider having
a male housemate for a change. He’d had lots of friends who had female housemates,
and only heard that they were generally clean and quiet compared to men. The
only problems that ever seemed to arise were when some kind of attraction built
up in the close quarters.
    That wouldn’t be the case with Bess,
Tyler was certain. They’d known each other almost four years, and there wasn’t
the slightest spark between them. She was more like a sister, he thought, which
made sense since her situation with Abigail had always reminded him of his own
sister, so many years ago.
    But living with a three-year-old as his
other housemate? Was he ready for that?
    Tyler stepped back into the bedroom of
the apartment, with the rental associate in tow.
    “There are two bathrooms,” she pointed
out. “And they’ll paint the place before you move in.” She traced her long,
French-manicured hand along one of the scuffs on the wall. “Looks like it got a
little messed up when the last people moved out. And then in here,” she pointed
out, placing her hand on his arm as though to guide him across the room, “you
have a linen closet.” Her eyes fell to where her hand met his arm. “You have
some pretty powerful arms,” she said, perking up a smile. “Do you box or
something?”
    “Mixed martial arts, actually,” he
stated, trying not to sound like he wasn’t completely uninterested in her. Once
he found a place, he’d have the time to focus on his social life again, and her
inviting eyes might be more intriguing to him. “And PT every morning.”
    She bit her glossed lip. “That’s right. I
remember reading on your form that you’re military. You’re at Fort Meade?”
    “Yeah. Ranger Battalion sent me up here
to work in an intelligence support role.”
    “A Ranger…” she said, voice trailing.
    And there it was. The Look. That look
that he saw in women’s eyes just about any time he said he was a Ranger. Something
about Special Ops always made women melt.
    He wandered into the second bedroom. It
was a good size, and certainly big enough to hold his workout equipment. Holding
his breath in anticipation, he moved to the window and frowned. More cars. Certainly
not the best view for a workout, but it was pretty much par for the course for
apartments around here.
    Yet somehow, after hearing about a dirt
cheap vacancy with a waterfront