Hot SEAL, Runaway Bride (SEALs in Paradise) by Cat Johnson
She was the girl next door. Too young. Too tempting. Too off limits.
Ten years later, she’s all grown up and all woman.
He steered clear of her then. But now?
Now is a different story entirely . . .
Ten years ago the hot but cocky Navy SEAL went from ignoring her, to kissing her, to rejecting her.
Now the last thing she wants is his help, even if he is willing and uniquely qualified to give it.
And she really doesn’t want to want him . . .
Excerpt Hot SEAL, Runaway Bride by Cat Johnson
The first thing Nick spotted as he pulled up to his brother’s house was Dani’s car.
The familiar vehicle—one of those little tree-hugger hybrid electric things—was parked there along the curb. And judging by the lack of any other vehicles, they were the only two guests there so far.
His and Michael’s parents had moved to Arizona last year, but he’d been hoping at least Jessica and Dani’s parents would be there to help keep Dani on good behavior. Although, who was he kidding? He enjoyed Dani best when she was behaving badly.
He was a sick man for still wanting her in spite of how she so obviously felt about him.
Yup. He should have waited a bit to arrive so the Dani effect that he felt whenever they were in the same room with each other would be diluted by more people. He sighed. Nothing to do about it now.
Nick pulled his Jeep behind her tiny toy car, eye-balling the space between the vehicles and parking as close as he could without actually touching the bumper.
That should piss her off nicely . . .
Theirs was a complicated relationship. Love-hate didn’t quite cover it. More like lust-hate, although all the lust was on his part and all the hate on hers.
He’d say they were frenemies, but that would require them to actually be friends. They definitely weren’t that, unless he counted those few hours during his brother’s wedding.
As he walked around to the back of the house, the first person he saw was her—and she saw him, judging by her scowl.
Oh, yeah. He should have kept his hands to himself that day, no matter how surprisingly tempting she’d looked in her yellow maid of honor dress. He’d been paying for that mistake for ten damn years. He’d probably be paying for it until the day he died.
“Dani. Don’t you look nice,” he said, employing his usual kill her with kindness tactic.
Though nice didn’t come close to covering how she looked today. Holy hell, smoking hot was more like it.
Good thing he had on his sunglasses so she wouldn’t see his gaze sweep over body parts he shouldn’t be looking at.
“Nick.” She narrowed her eyes at him, as expected.
He could handle her hateful looks. Being here with her on his day off, even if she did hate him, was a hell of a lot better than getting shouted at by his commander or shot at by the enemy.
He’d given the compliment knowing it would piss her off. The nicer he was the madder she got. He found it ridiculously, inexplicably amusing.
Oh yeah. He’d take a cold beer and a hot—and hot tempered—girl any day of the week.