Her Daring SEAL (Midnight Delta Book 5) Read Online Free

out of their asses, like a woman scientist was going to go sign up to work with ISIS, yeah, that was going to happen.
    Despite the fact he was exhausted, Darius knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep without going for either a run or a swim.  After the time in the desert, he opted for a swim.  It was one of the benefits of living two blocks from the beach.  His apartment might be tiny, but by God, the location was perfect.
    He threw on his trunks and tennis shoes, went out on his second floor deck, climbed over, and dropped down on the little grass spot.  He grinned and waved at Marci, who was sipping something with an umbrella.
    “Hey handsome, off for a swim?”
    “Yep.”
    “We’re having a party tomorrow night.  You’re invited.  Bring the boys.”  He looked over her pretty tanned curves and come hither smile.
    “Any boy in particular?”
    “You.  It’s always you, Dare.  But my friends like it when the others come, it ups my reputation when I can get you sexy single SEALs to show up.”
    He grinned at her fun flirting.  She never pouted when he turned her down, and she was never clingy the few times he hadn’t.  Yep, Marci had been perfect.  Too bad his focus had been on one slippery blonde for the last six months.
    “Oh no, you’ve got that look in your eye again.  You know, if I can’t talk you into a date, you might want to come over for a couple of drinks and a long venting session.  Sometimes talking to another woman about your woman problems can help.”
    “I think a long swim in a big ocean is the answer Marci, but thanks.”
    “Suit yourself.  But come to the party.  It’s going to be rocking.”
    “I’ll think about it.”  He looked at her again in her bikini on the deck chair and paused.  “You are wearing sun screen, aren’t you?”
    “Ah shit.  Dare, if seeing me in this little bit of nothing has you only worried about my health, then I know you have it bad.  Yes, Daddy, I’m wearing sun screen.  Now go swim.”  She gave him a wide smile and saluted him with her drink.
    He trotted down the street and realized how bad he had it.  Rylie Jones, aka Sylvia Hessman, had been on his mind constantly, and he had only seen her in person once.  Since the operation in Veracruz, he knew she was embroiled in the human trafficking operation up to her delicate little neck, and it scared the piss out of him.
    He arrived at the beach and got to the water’s edge.  He toed off his sneakers and waded into the water.  Finally, at the right depth, he dove in.  Cold.  Perfect.  He started swimming straight out from shore, maybe twenty-five meters then rotated ninety degrees and swam parallel to the beach.  Kicking, and pulling himself through the water, kicking and pulling, he swam hard, loving the burn.  Occasionally the water splashed into his mouth as he turned for air, but he relished the taste of the salt water.  It tasted of home.
    Just before he hit the wall, he turned and started back, knowing he would be physically and mentally burnt out by the time he reached his shoes.  It would be perfect as he dragged his sad, sorry ass back to his apartment.  He would be able to sleep.  He’d dream.  It would be of Rylie.  He still remembered her in the stunning suit with the short skirt, her eyes made up to look all exotic and smoky. Her baby fine blonde hair pinned up, and her tiny little feet encased in those high heels.

Chapter Three
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    S he looked like crap.  She had a plane to catch, and she’d been up all night, sick in the bathroom. Thank you, lactose intolerance.   Rylie finished brushing her teeth.  She didn’t need to pack her toothbrush, she had an entire ‘Sylvia Hessman’ suitcase in a storage facility close to the Dallas Fort/Worth International Airport.  Apparently, she had been right in her paranoia since Sawyer was already on to her antics.
    The boy was way too smart.  Hell, both of her boys were.  Scratch that, Sawyer was