Wed to a SEAL (Hot SEALs) (Volume 8) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Cat Johnson
job at the club he’d have shown up there when he didn’t find her home and as far as she knew he hadn’t been there.
If he had been, Isabel had no doubt he would have dragged her off the stage mid-dance and she’d have the resulting bruises today.
He definitely would have knocked her around for running out on him and for stripping. He was a man who used his fists to solve his problems.
That thought had her feeling sick to her stomach.
Mingled plans and fears swirled through her mind as she ran down the hall as quickly as she could without dropping anything or making Lola cry.
The staircase frightened her the most. Being caught halfway down within its narrow walls would be like a trap.
If he was coming up while she was going down there’d be nowhere to hide. No escaping him.
Tito would be able to move far more quickly than she could while carrying a baby.
She made it down the stairs but she was desperate and near hyperventilating when she reached the bottom. There she slowed, pushing the door to the street open just a bit so she could see before being seen.
When she was as confident as she was going to get that the coast was clear, she exited the building.
Making a beeline for the car, she walked fast, but forced herself to not break into a run. That would only raise suspicion. She couldn’t look as if she was fleeing, even if that was exactly what she was doing.
Hands shaking, she opened the rear passenger side door. She tossed the bags onto the floor and strapped the baby into the car seat in the back, realizing if Tito got a look inside her car he’d see the telltale car seat and know what she had been hiding from him for the better part of the past year. A pregnancy. A baby.
She’d need to remove all evidence.
It would be okay. She’d take the seat out of the car when she got to the club. Whoever watched Lola for her would need the seat anyway.
Confident with that plan she slipped behind the wheel, checking the rearview mirror as she slid the key inside.
Memories of last night’s car trouble hit her and she went cold with fear. Holding her breath, she turned the key in the ignition.
This time, it started right up.
Thank God for her unlikely guardian angel—Rocky, the bearded man from the bar. Whatever he’d done under the hood last night still held. She’d have to thank him one more time if she ever saw him again.
If she made it out of this thing alive.
Feeling sick to her stomach, and not because she’d never gotten to eat this morning, she pulled the car out of the space. She wouldn’t feel better until this block was far behind her.
The club wasn’t far, but it felt like an eternity to get there.
Lola, of course, fell asleep. Not a surprise. She had a full belly and a ride in the car always put her out like a light.
Thank goodness for that. Isabel was having enough trouble figuring out what to do without having the baby screaming.
She slowed as she approached the turn into the lot for the club and eyed the few vehicles parked there, trying to determine if it was safe to pull in.
The presence of the big truck she’d seen Rocky go to last night surprised her.
Was he back there already? The guy had a problem if he was.
In the daylight she could see the truck more clearly, right down to the US NAVY bumper sticker.
Addiction to strip joints or not, it might be a good thing if he was here. She remembered how big he was. How capable under the hood. And with military training, he’d be handy to have around if the worst happened and Tito had followed her here.
That fear had her pulling past the club. She glanced in the rearview mirror and tried to determine if she was being tailed.
It always seemed so easy for the characters on TV to know when they were being followed, but in real life? Not so much.
Determined to be cautious, Isabel decided to drive around a little while and then circle back.
Better to be safe than sorry.
CHAPTER 4
Rocky emerged from the bathroom in his
If he had been, Isabel had no doubt he would have dragged her off the stage mid-dance and she’d have the resulting bruises today.
He definitely would have knocked her around for running out on him and for stripping. He was a man who used his fists to solve his problems.
That thought had her feeling sick to her stomach.
Mingled plans and fears swirled through her mind as she ran down the hall as quickly as she could without dropping anything or making Lola cry.
The staircase frightened her the most. Being caught halfway down within its narrow walls would be like a trap.
If he was coming up while she was going down there’d be nowhere to hide. No escaping him.
Tito would be able to move far more quickly than she could while carrying a baby.
She made it down the stairs but she was desperate and near hyperventilating when she reached the bottom. There she slowed, pushing the door to the street open just a bit so she could see before being seen.
When she was as confident as she was going to get that the coast was clear, she exited the building.
Making a beeline for the car, she walked fast, but forced herself to not break into a run. That would only raise suspicion. She couldn’t look as if she was fleeing, even if that was exactly what she was doing.
Hands shaking, she opened the rear passenger side door. She tossed the bags onto the floor and strapped the baby into the car seat in the back, realizing if Tito got a look inside her car he’d see the telltale car seat and know what she had been hiding from him for the better part of the past year. A pregnancy. A baby.
She’d need to remove all evidence.
It would be okay. She’d take the seat out of the car when she got to the club. Whoever watched Lola for her would need the seat anyway.
Confident with that plan she slipped behind the wheel, checking the rearview mirror as she slid the key inside.
Memories of last night’s car trouble hit her and she went cold with fear. Holding her breath, she turned the key in the ignition.
This time, it started right up.
Thank God for her unlikely guardian angel—Rocky, the bearded man from the bar. Whatever he’d done under the hood last night still held. She’d have to thank him one more time if she ever saw him again.
If she made it out of this thing alive.
Feeling sick to her stomach, and not because she’d never gotten to eat this morning, she pulled the car out of the space. She wouldn’t feel better until this block was far behind her.
The club wasn’t far, but it felt like an eternity to get there.
Lola, of course, fell asleep. Not a surprise. She had a full belly and a ride in the car always put her out like a light.
Thank goodness for that. Isabel was having enough trouble figuring out what to do without having the baby screaming.
She slowed as she approached the turn into the lot for the club and eyed the few vehicles parked there, trying to determine if it was safe to pull in.
The presence of the big truck she’d seen Rocky go to last night surprised her.
Was he back there already? The guy had a problem if he was.
In the daylight she could see the truck more clearly, right down to the US NAVY bumper sticker.
Addiction to strip joints or not, it might be a good thing if he was here. She remembered how big he was. How capable under the hood. And with military training, he’d be handy to have around if the worst happened and Tito had followed her here.
That fear had her pulling past the club. She glanced in the rearview mirror and tried to determine if she was being tailed.
It always seemed so easy for the characters on TV to know when they were being followed, but in real life? Not so much.
Determined to be cautious, Isabel decided to drive around a little while and then circle back.
Better to be safe than sorry.
CHAPTER 4
Rocky emerged from the bathroom in his
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