Meow Or Never: BBW SEAL Shifter Surprise Pregnancy Romance (Chicago Catastrophe) Read Online Free

Meow Or Never: BBW SEAL Shifter Surprise Pregnancy Romance (Chicago Catastrophe)
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While it didn’t fit her M.O. at all, she’d needed something to take her mind off of the case for one night, and that was what it had accomplished.
    It couldn’t be anything more than that.
    And even if that hadn’t been the case, she was definitely in no place to start a relationship right now. Yet something pulled her towards that man, a force she couldn’t quite describe.
    Whatever. Get over it. Hot man candy is out the door, horrible court crap is waiting next.
    She decided to disregard whatever it was about Troy and focus on the problem at hand.
    Last night had been a pleasant distraction, but her life was still a mess and there was no need to drag someone else into it. She threw the sheet off her body and padded to the kitchen to put on some coffee and start with her morning routine. Halfway through it, she found herself staring at her reflection in the mirror, wondering what it would be like if a guy like Troy was standing there next to her, making the bullshit of her current existence seem less daunting on a daily basis.
    Ridiculous, she concluded.

Three

Troy
    T he sun was shining bright in the usually cold and murky city of Chicago.
    Troy hated it.
    His mood soured as soon as he left Hailey’s apartment. The real world set in, wholly different from the fantasy-like events of the previous evening.
    And to think, he almost didn’t go out last night. What a mistake that would have been.
    Good things come with coincidences, he thought, fishing his sunglasses out of the inside pocket of his leather jacket and putting them on.
    He was already running late for his meeting with Dempsy, his boss, and the man was not going to be happy. Dempsy had been even jumpier than usual lately and was probably already cooking up end of the world scenarios about why Troy’s wasn’t there on time.
    He hailed a cab to take him to the Twin Rivers Casino, the front Dempsy used to launder his drug money. The moment Troy took a seat in the cab, he could feel the weight of the world come crashing down on his shoulders again. The look he gave the apartment building he’d just stepped out of was maybe a little bit too longing.
    Get over it. You had your fun, that’s all you get.
    He used the drive as an opportunity to gather his thoughts about the night he had, spent with the sexiest caramel-skinned beauty he had ever seen.
    He had known as soon as he saw Hailey sipping her drink at the bar by herself, that he had to have her. Just one glance in her direction made his lion roar inside him, edging him on. There was no way he was going to let such a delicious woman go home alone. Not on that night of all nights.
    When their eyes met while he was wading through a throng of people to get to her, he could tell at once the attraction was mutual. Something inside her lit up, mimicking the fire already burning inside Troy.
    I should have gotten her number, he scolded himself, but it was too late.
    She had seemed in a hurry to get rid of him, anyway. It didn’t feel like the right time to start demanding her personal information. And it wasn’t like it would have been fair to get a nice girl like her messed up with the likes of him anyway. Still, thoughts of her persisted, nagging at the back of his mind.
    Well, now you’ll never know if she would have been interested in more or not, the voice inside Troy’s head kept berating him.
    He would have gladly just gotten lost in memories of Hailey - how soft her skin felt or how sexy her moans were - but unfortunately, he had things to attend to. A veritable pile of crap that needed taking care of was anxiously awaiting for him, leaving no more room for fun or personal enjoyment.
    The life of a Crimson Claws mobster was no picnic.
    The cab pulled up to the curb, pulling him out if his ruminations. He paid the fare and got out, lips pursing as he took in the casino’s façade. He had been here many times before, but always for business, never to gamble. Though the gambling he was planning today
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