Revealing Her SEAL (ASSIGNMENT: Caribbean Nights Book 4) Read Free

enough. Yeah, she might have become a student of the many nonverbal cues of Evan Silva. It wasn’t illegal.
    “You know what I mean.” She waved a hand. “It’s like the marriage doesn’t matter as long as the wedding is the best money can buy. I know a girl who spent over a hundred grand on her wedding. A real bridezilla. Had to have live butterflies to release at the reception.”
    That’s where she paused, just to be sure she wasn’t losing him. Butterflies and brides had to be like nine hundred and forty-seven on the list of things a gorgeous chunk of masculinity like Evan wanted to talk about. But his dark eyes hadn’t wandered away in boredom, so she pressed on.
    “But it was fall. In New York. She was worried about the butterflies getting too cold and dying, so the bridesmaids—of which I was one of nine—we had to run around Manhattan buying space heaters the morning of the ceremony. Space heaters. For butterflies.”
    “Nine?”
    She laughed to cover the shock she always got when Evan treated her to the gift of his voice—and she was not confused about it being a gift. He rarely spoke to anyone, not just her, and it was a good thing he didn’t run around babbling like a game show host. His voice was deep, scratchy from underuse, and hit every vertebra in her spine, which always tingled when he spoke.
    It was just one of the many reasons she couldn’t quit him, no matter how frustrating and difficult a simple exchange of words grew. Also she might be a glutton for beating her head against the wall, which was a fatal flaw she should really fix.
    “That’s your question? Yeah, nine,” she repeated and smoothed the hem of her sundress that Emma had picked out for her this morning. Which was really a way to covertly wipe her hands that were half-clammy and half-sweaty. The man made her insane. “All sorority sisters from college. I went to BU.”
    Evan lifted a brow to the three-quarter mark, which was either go on, did I hear you correctly? or seriously ? She hadn’t quite worked that one out. “Boston University. My parents’ alma mater and all three of my brothers’. Family tradition.”
    Well, duh. Obviously. Evan had her all flustered with this almost-conversation, which might be the longest one they’d had to date. She shut her eyes for a beat. “Man, the sunlight is brutal. I keep meaning to order another pair of glasses with photochromic lenses. I lost mine a week ago.”
    Just as she was about to launch into an explanation about how she lost her glasses, Evan shifted to his other foot. Mayday . He’d walk away in another ninety seconds if she didn’t step it up. Learned that one the hard way.
    “I’ve been reading up on the legal system here in the Bahamas,” she offered, and yeah, it sounded as desperate of a subject change out loud as it did in her head. No one wanted to talk about the hours and hours she’d spent researching precedents for filing an injunction to prevent a corporation from purchasing the island called Ilhota Rosa.
    She didn’t even want to talk about the whole reason she’d stayed in the Bahamas with Emma. Because she hadn’t come up with anything useful yet, and these people were counting on her to stop Jared Anderson’s ReefCo dead in its tracks.
    Evan froze, his intense gaze landing on Rachel and digging in. Hadn’t seen that coming. Oh, she’d caught his interest, yes she had, and it sliced through her like a machete with razor-sharp heat.
    What she wouldn’t give to have him look at her like that while he peeled all those clothes from his prime body. Then he’d sear her from the inside out while he stripped her, those eyes going darker as his gaze roved over her bared body. He’d pull her into his arms, eyeing her lips with wicked intent.
    Oh, God, yes . She wanted that.
    And right in the middle of her fantasy, Evan leaned closer, dropping his crossed arms. Opening himself up. The scent of man, ocean, and something that reminded her of sex invaded