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

talk. I’ll tell you all about it.”
    He blinked, his expression going decidedly uninterested. Curses . She’d thought she’d had him.
    “No? Well, there’s not that much to tell anyway.” She shrugged. “It was a thinly veiled ploy to get you naked. Sue me.”
    One side of his mouth lifted in a half grin, which was frankly striking enough that she instantly craved the whole smile. At least he was being a good sport in the midst of her epic fail.
    Jace, Miles, and Jack, some of Evan’s friends and former teammates, wandered within earshot, and she willed them to keep walking. They didn’t.
    “Who’s getting naked?” Jace asked, his grin a mile wide as his gaze shifted back and forth between them. “And is it a free show?”
    “Totally free,” she shot back and matched his grin. “As long as you’re volunteering to be the naked one.”
    “For you, sweetheart, I would in a heartbeat,” he said with an appreciative once-over that she wished came with an answering tug in her lady parts.
    A guy as freaking gorgeous as Jace should get her lady parts going. The man had the face of an angel and a body built by hard-core training, which he never missed a chance to show off. She’d seen Jace shirtless more often than the three brothers she’d grown up with.
    And Jace had a vibe that screamed “easy.” She could have a delicious, uncomplicated fling with Jace but still be friends during and after.
    Alas, nada . She could appreciate him the same way she could stare at Michelangelo’s David for hours. But his eyes were not the ones that she saw in her head late at night when she couldn’t sleep. Her body did not crave his voice.
    “Oh, that’s sweet.” She winked and put a hand on Jace’s arm. “You’re good people, Jace Custer. The ladies at the nursing home will be thrilled that you’re volunteering to be the star of their private show. It’s not often they get an eyeful of prime beef.”
    “Wait. What?” The smile slipped off his face as Miles and Jack guffawed, slapping him on the shoulder hard enough to knock him slightly off balance in the sand. “What just happened?”
    Evan laughed, and it rolled through her like fine wine. Rachel instantly forgave his friends for crashing her conversation.
    “I’m kidding, sweetie,” she told him.
    Jace was so goofy she couldn’t help giving him a hard time. It seemed to be the universal default among the guys, and she’d adopted it handily. It helped that he often walked right into their jibes.
    Emma and Dex made a big show of getting ready to leave. They were honeymooning on Miralinda Island at a resort in Petite Ciotat called the Sol Sientoa that Dex’s friend Mick Frasier had recommended, and the alone time was something they were both looking forward to. Evan tilted his head toward the couple in invitation and since Rachel wanted to see them off as well, she didn’t hesitate to grab the crook of his elbow again so they could walk over together.
    It was her last chance to use her maid of honor status as an excuse to stick to the best man like glue. Tomorrow she’d have to find another one. Because she was not giving up until she had Evan naked and panting underneath her as she coaxed them both to a shattering climax.
    Then maybe she could figure out why such a reclusive, silent enigma had so thoroughly captured her attention.

T he coral reef off the coast of Countess Cay teemed with colorful bodies, some dark and silver like black grouper, but the occasional blue tang or rainbow parrot fish darted between the pale staghorn coral.
    Evan clamped his teeth tighter on his mouthpiece and kicked closer to the section of the reef where today’s restoration had focused. Some of the other guys hated the team’s day job of working for ReefCo, but Evan didn’t mind it so much. The fish were friendly and bright, the pay was good, and the team got to work together. While scuba diving, no one could talk to him, and that made it better than dry land any