WARRIOR (CROSSFIRE SEALS, #5) Read Online Free Page A

brother to fight with.”
    “Yeah, you two were fighting last night.” Lulu laughed as she ducked the pillow Kit threw at her.
    Breakfast was going to be a noisy affair. Aunt Clementine kept everything very informal and the guests usually showed up between 7am and 10am for a buffet style Continental breakfast which was included with their stay. With five extra mouths, though, Kit and Lulu came down early to help in the kitchen, but Mrs. Talbot, the longtime cook, had everything under control. All they needed to do was set the tables outside and make sure there was enough fresh coffee made.
    “My brother loves coffee. A dash of cream,” Lulu told her, as they moved around the tables in the dining room.
    “And you’re giving me this tidbit of information why?” Kit asked, as she placed the cups on the serving platter.
    “For your file, you know, the one you’re keeping for your project about military men.”
    Kit snorted. “You’re just jealous I’m going off to spend some time researching about military stuff.”
    “Oh, is that what we’re calling it now?” Lulu mocked, putting the vase of fresh cut flowers by the window.
    Although she aimed for informal, Miss Clementine wanted an Old World feel, so there were no plastic platters or containers, no paper napkins, nothing that “looked too modern.” The only concession she’d made were the very modern coffee pots sitting on the hot plates, but even those had pretty pink dollies underneath them.
    Kit grinned. Miss Clementine must love pink.
    Sounds of male voices carried down the corridor into the dining area. Even from here, she could guess to whom they belonged. They came in, looking disgustingly male—clean shaven, hair slicked back, alert eyes taking in their surroundings.
    She studied the tallest of them surreptitiously. Okay, it was tough to be surreptitious when the specimen was at least six foot three and was standing only a few feet away. He was just as impressive-looking in daylight. Dark-haired, strong-jawed, tee shirt stretched to display broad chest, muscular arms and a narrow waist, followed by those memorable long legs in fitting jeans. It wasn’t just the good looks, but the whole impact of his absolute maleness—in his prime, strong, dominant. One couldn’t help but stare at the darn man. Nobody should look this delicious. Especially for breakfast.
    To her chagrin—and secret delight—Lucas Branson was looking straight at her, with that unsettling intent-filled gaze from the night before. She made herself look busy, turning nonchalantly to Lulu to ask a question, but her girlfriend, it seemed, had eyes only for that other SEAL, Mink.
    “Lulu,” Kit said. “Where are the smaller plates?”
    Lulu blinked. “Oh. Umm, yeah. Let me get them.” She hurried off, leaving Kit alone with three hungry guys.
    “Good morning,” Lucas greeted, a slow smile forming. “How was your night?”
    “Good,” Kit replied. “Breakfast is buffet-style, so just get whatever you need, boys. Miss Clementine had an extra batch made just for you all. She said she knows how much you eat.”
    Lucas sniffed the air appreciatively. “Yeah. We tend to eat a lot. Are you joining us?”
    “In a bit.”
    “Good. You look nice in pants too, even though I prefer last night’s outfit.”
    Not as nice as he looked in shorts.. “Don’t you ever stop flirting?” Kit asked, handing him a plate from the stack.
    “I don’t flirt. I just state it like it is. Don’t I, boys?”
    “Yeah,” Dirk agreed, as he scooped scrambled eggs onto his plate. “Lucas is all about statements.”
    “Lucas’ statements are like bumper stickers,” Mink said, blowing on his coffee. “Every statement has style.”
    Kit sniffed. “Did you take a shower? You two are full of it already and it’s still early.”
    “Hey, now, we smell good!” Dirk sniffed at his shoulder. “Mink squirted me with some pink...what was that stuff you sprayed on me, bro?”
    “French toilet water,”