Touched By Midas (SEALs Going Hot Book 4) Read Online Free Page B

tra-la-la’d through the door. Until they’ve bought us a round and dropped their best pick up lines for you to consider, your hiney is staying glued to that stool.”
    Angie, the rock-and-roll wild child who had once prided herself for failing to comply with or conform to rules, authority figures or convention, regarded her friend in stunned silence and then sat as told.
    “Good.” Susan released the grip crushing Angie’s fingers. “Paste a happy look on that pretty face and act like you’re having a good time. We’re just two women on the town without a care in the world.”
    Her friend tossed a lock of red hair over her shoulder and laughed. “Angie! You are so right,” Susan said in a voice loud enough for anyone in the bar to hear while looking directly at the SEALs. “They are sexy. Very sexy.”
    “I’m going to hurt you after this,” Angie hissed through the unmoving lips of her forced smile. “I don’t know how or when, but I highly recommend you sleep with one eye open.”
    Susan laughed again and flitted her manicured fingers by her cheek. “Stop it. You’re making me blush.”
    “Make that both eyes.”
    She didn’t need to turn from her troublemaking friend to confirm the men had walked through the bar and now stood at the table. The sudden absence of boot heels clopping on marble tile and the influx of mouthwatering cologne signaled their arrival.
    “Good evening, ladies. I’m Stewart and this is my brotha from another motha, Michael. We’re thirsty Texans looking for decent beer and lovely women to share it with. Y’all mind if we join you?”
    The masculine voice, made thick and melodic from his lazy Southern accent, was unfamiliar. The man she had yet to meet must have delivered the corny pickup line.
    “Ladies.”
    Her insides twisted while a pubescent flutter of excitement tickled her belly. The second voice, a strange mixture of Southern drawl and Spanish, belonged to Midas.
    Though her body reacted like a hormonal teenager, her mind, clearly more suited to handle the situation, took control. Angie angled her chin over her shoulder and feigned a look of complete indifference. Before she had a chance to put the two in their place and send them on their way, Susan piped up.
    “We would love a little company this evening. I’ll ask my boyfriend behind the bar to pour us another pitcher while Angie, my single friend here, keeps you company. I’ll be right back.”
    With that, the redheaded ball of mayhem slid off her stool and pranced to the bar.
    “There’s a woman with some cayenne in her blood. Should have known from the red hair.” Stewart folded his long limbs on the seat across the table.
    An uncomfortable feeling, like a dozen hairy-legged tarantulas crawling down her back and arms, stole over her skin. Midas continued to stand at her side. An odd, expectant expression covered his face.
    Angie slowly shifted and crossed her arms over the ledge of the small wood table. “Yes?”
    “Mind if I sit in your spot?” he finally asked.
    She could feel her eyebrows rise and her eyes widen in disbelief. “Are you asking me to move to another stool?”
    The SEAL with dark hair and bedroom eyes didn’t waver. “I don’t like to have my back to the door when I’m in a public place. It’s bad luck. Ask Wild Bill Hickok.”
    She glanced around the cozy pub, taking in the unexceptional people sitting around the bar. Chances were good the majority of the small crowd were shorebound sailors and American civil servants from the base. “You’re kidding me.”
    “I only wish he was.” Resignation tinted Stewart’s twangy voice.
    “You realize we aren’t in the old West, right? I’m fairly sure no one is going to come charging through O’Malley’s door and shoot up the joint.”
    “Are you fairly sure or absolutely sure?” Midas asked in a relaxed manner so amiable he could have been chatting with a long lost friend. “The answer can be the difference between life and