Wyne and Chocolate (Citizen Soldier Series Book 2) Read Online Free

the
damn dicks, he marched passed the two laughing guardsman and leaned inside the
vehicle to hand the blushing woman her molds. “Good luck with your deadline.
Make sure you get your nose looked at.”
    “I’m
fine.”
    “No. You
crashed your vehicle and need to be checked out.” He stared at her long and
hard, all the while knowing the stubborn woman was going to do whatever the
hell she wanted.
    Before
she could respond, he slammed the door and turned to his older brother, not
bothering to hide his sudden annoyance. “I don’t give a damn what she says. You
make sure she’s checked out.”
    Ethan
nodded. “Of course, don’t worry. I’ll handle it. Unless you want to ride back
into town with—”
    “No.”
Hell no. The last thing he needed was to be around the woman any longer. Thank
God his younger brother had interrupted his moment of weakness. “I’m sure Greg
is almost done fixing my ride.” He strode to Keiffer’s buddy. The guardsman was
a gifted mechanic like his younger brother. There wasn’t anything those two
couldn’t take apart and put back together. The former was currently bent over
the opened hood of the broken vehicle, applying his magical fix-it powers. 
    Christ,
that’s exactly how he’d felt with Jill on his lap, gazing into his eyes, her
warmth seeping past his walls, aiming straight for his busted heart with her
magical healing powers.
    No
thanks. He’d done the let the woman into his heart thing . It hadn’t
worked out so well.
    “Yeah.
That should do it.” The younger guardsman nodded and stood back. “Give it a
try, Keif.”
    Mason
watched as his brother climbed into the dead vehicle, and cranked it over in
one try. “You are a genius like my brother, Greg. Thanks.” He slapped the guy
on his back and turned to Ethan. “You two take Jill straight to the hospital
and make sure she’s examined. Keiffer and I will continue on our patrol.”
    Out in
the storm. Where it was a hell of a lot safer away from the sweet woman and her
tempting curves.

Chapter Three
     
    I t had been three days since Jill had become intimate with the
pothole.
    Airbag.
    Mason
Wyne’s warm, hard lap.
    Of the
three, the yummy guardsman was the most enjoyable. So much so, it fueled her
dreams the past two nights, and she’d awoken all warm and tingly.
    “What’s
the smile for?” Lea asked, ushering her out of the cold and through the door of
The Pocono Eatery, the restaurant the Gablonskis owned and where her friend
occasionally waitressed when the history major wasn’t in New York City working
at one of the museums. “Are you anticipating my dad’s famous breakfast?”
    “Absolutely.”
Not. But it was better than admitting the truth. She’d been thinking about her
friend’s future brother-in-law.
    Lea was
seeing Sgt. Benjamin Wyne, one of Mason’s older brothers. And, well, she
assumed marriage was in their future. Practically inseparable since Lea moved
to the Big Apple last year, the couple took turns commuting between an
apartment in the city and Ben’s cabin here in the Poconos because the guardsman
worked full time at the armory across the street.
    “Good.”
Her friend smiled. “I’m glad you decided to have breakfast with me.”
    She
snorted. “Like I had a choice.”
    The
stunning, blue-eyed brunette had practically pulled her down the two blocks
that separated their businesses. If it had been up to her, she would be home,
or in the back of her shop searching for the pin she’d misplaced since her
accident, not out in public. Bad enough she had to leave poor Theresa alone at
Confection Connection again. Her only worker insisted she was fine, and ran the
place the last two days while Jill had been fulfilling her big order. But, even
when she’d finished the order, she’d stayed in the back. Guilt clawed at her
insides for worrying more about her appearance than her helper.
    Today,
she decided to take the plunge—into the public eye—thanks to her friend’s
insistence.