Sexy SEAL Box Set: A SEAL's Seduction\A SEAL's Surrender\A SEAL's Salvation\A SEAL's Kiss (39 page)

“Oh, Eden,” the taller woman said, shaking her head and looking to Cade as if for sympathy. Why, he had no idea. “I’m sure he’s been frantic with worry, which is just like fear, isn’t it? Your poor father. The Garden Club ladies were at the hospital just this morning to check on him. You must be so glad he’ll be home tomorrow.”

Since his gramma would smack him for saying otherwise, Cade kept his response behind closed lips.

He looked back at Eden, wondering how she managed to look so much better, fresher, sexier than the two dolled-up tarts standing next to her.

He’d missed her.

He shouldn’t have.

He never missed people. Not from his hometown, none of his friends, not even his family. Hell, he didn’t even miss Phil, but that was probably because he refused to let himself think about his old buddy.

But he’d missed Eden.

Missed her smile, her laughter, and the sweet sexy scent of honeysuckle that seemed to float around her like a soft cloud.

He’d missed the taste of her.

How could a guy become addicted after just one small taste? And once hooked, how did he get over her without tearing up both of their lives?

“Hey, Eden,” he greeted, his tone low, and probably a little friendlier than she wanted, given the audience.

“Cade.”

Hmm, maybe that missing had been one-sided?

“Sorry I was gone so long.”

He’d had to remove himself from temptation, sure if he’d stuck around, he’d have done something crazy. Like beg Eden to sleep with him.

But the minute he’d gotten back into town, he hadn’t been able to resist coming to see her. And so far, so good. No begging yet.

“We were just talking about the Spring Fling,” the tall woman interrupted. What the hell was her name? He tried to remember it as she did that lash-fluttering thing again. She must be hell on wheels during allergy season. “All the girls are wondering if this is the year you’ll finally bring a date. A real one, not just your grandmother.”

Subtle. Cade looked at Eden, whose eyes were dancing with delight. At his expense, no less.

“I’m not really into the country club events,” Cade sidestepped.

Not far enough, though.

“Oh, this isn’t just any event. You probably know your grandmother is hosting this year, and dedicating the auction funds to her veterans’ program. She must be thrilled you’re home, since your presence alone will guarantee people bid even more.”

Well. Guilt, served up with a side of eyelash fluttering. He wasn’t buying it, though. Still, afraid she’d grab his arm again, Cade shifted away, heading toward Eden. Not safety, he wasn’t stupid. He knew damned well she was the most dangerous person in this building. But her kind of danger, he wouldn’t mind sampling a few more times.

“You’re going, aren’t you?” the blonde prodded.

Cade debated. He didn’t want to go, but he knew the power of a good show. If he put one on, he might have a better chance of manipulating his father into cutting a deal over the loan. And if the rumors he’d been hearing since getting back that morning were anything to go by, his going would likely toss a whole lot more business Eden’s way. A win-win.

“Yeah, I’m going,” he said. Then, tired of their snotty-ass attitudes toward Eden, he fully committed to the danger zone and stepped over, wrapping his arm around Eden’s shoulders. He had to hold on extra tight when she almost jumped across the room.

Amping up his smile to keep the two barracudas’ attention on himself, he added, “With Eden.”

* * *

I
T
WAS
LIKE
BEING
WRAPPED
in a warm blanket of sexually charged delight and facing a barrage of poison arrows at the same time.

Eden didn’t know whether to sigh in pleasure, or duck and run. Given the fury in Janie’s pretty blue eyes, running wouldn’t matter. The other woman was going to catch up sooner or later.

So, what was a girl to do?

Figuring spite over his disappearance wasn’t worth keeping herself from enjoying whatever game he was playing, Eden leaned into his body, absorbing the warm, solid comfort he offered. She wasn’t sure where the comfort came from. Maybe her usual, sexually overloaded reaction was inhibited by the women glaring at them. Hard to be horny when the voyeurs wanted to scratch your face off.

“You’re taking Eden to the Spring Fling?” Janie asked in the same tone one would use to humor a two-year-old who’d just claimed they were going to fly to the moon on their teddy bear.

“And me, with nothing special to wear,” Eden deadpanned, thrilled to throw Janie’s words back at her.

Cade leaned closer, his breath tickling her ear as he whispered, “Something that goes with that red bra would be nice.”

Despite her irritation over his disappearance, Eden gurgled with laughter and slanted him a naughty look.

“How interesting,” Janie snapped, tucking her purse under her arm and grabbing Crystal with her other hand. “I guess we’ll just have to do that shopping trip without you, Eden. See you at the ball.”

With that, a chilly look and a tug on her stunned friend’s arm, Janie glided out like she was floating on ice.

“Aww, I think you upset them,” Eden said, still laughing as the front door slammed shut. “It’s going to be painful, given that they came in for gossip and you sent them off with the best of the season. But Janie’s going to have to choose between spreading the word or being pissed that you’re claiming to take me to the social event of the season.”

“Claim? I don’t lie.” At her doubtful look, Cade frowned. “Why wouldn’t I take you?”

Easing out from under his arm so as to reboot the circuit to her brain, Eden rolled her eyes.

“Why wouldn’t you take me, in their opinion? Or in reality?”

She blinked a couple times at the flash of fury in his eyes, but before she could do more than bite her lip, it was gone.

“Let’s get their opinion out of the way, since it seems to matter to you.”

“Oh, no,” she exclaimed wide-eyed, giving a dismissive wave of her hand as if she could as easily shoo away the truth. “I don’t care what they think. Although this will put an interesting spin on the
Who’s Cade With Now
chitchat.”

She could imagine the shock, dismay and questions. Drinks at the Wayfarers were one thing. Bringing the equivalent of a poor relation to the biggest social event of the year? That was like stepping up to pitch in the gossip major leagues.

“You have a problem with your name being linked to mine?”

Eden’s lips twitched, wondering if he knew he sounded like a pouty ten-year-old.

“It sounds like you’re the one worried about gossip,” she said, gathering up the kittens and putting them back in their cage. Then she went to the supply closet to finish up her closing cleaning routine. “And their reasons are three-fold. I’m not wealthy. I might break something of yours they’re going to want to use if you date them. And taking me means you’re not taking one of them.”

There. Three simple reasons, presented in her best nonwhiny fashion.

“And what about you?”

“Me?” she asked, glancing up from her task of cleaning one of the cat boxes. “I’m closer to poor than non-wealthy. I never try to break things—it just happens. And I’m sure the perception that you already have a date will keep them from dogging you in hopes of getting asked out.”

When he didn’t respond, she finished the last cat box, then made her way through the lobby, reception area and exam room to empty trash bins. She returned two minutes later to find him still standing in the center of the room, arms crossed over his chest and a grumpy frown on his face.

“Do you have an excuse lined up?” she asked, hoping they were good ones. She’d realized that being blown off after starring in the
How’d She Get Him To Do That
gossip was going to be quite a slap. “Will you say you were called back to duty? An overseas emergency?”

“What are you talking about?”

Leaving the garbage bag by the door, she pushed a stray hair behind her ear and gave him a chiding look. “Well you’re not really going to the Spring Fling with me, and I can’t not go because I promised your grandmother I’d help out. So what excuse are you going to give?”

“I’m going with you,” he insisted.

“Oh, please, you are not. You just said that because Janie was being a brat. That was a typical Cade Sullivan rescue.”

His frown turned deadly.

Eden tried to swallow, but the look in his eyes dried up her throat.

Wow.

She’d always thought of Cade as a charmer, an easygoing guy who looked sexy as hell in a navy uniform. But she rarely thought of him as military. Until the other night when he’d mentioned losing his friend, she’d never thought of him as a fighter.

But that look, the one right there on his face?

That twisted her perception all around.

And made her shiver with apprehension. He wasn’t just the boy next door. There were depths there, things he’d done, things he could do, that were beyond her ability to relate to. He wasn’t just the guy she’d always crushed on now.

Now, he was a dangerous man who was suddenly way more than she could safely handle.

“A typical rescue?” he repeated, his words low, with a cold edge. Like he was seeing her in a whole different light, too.

Eden didn’t care. She couldn’t, wouldn’t, pretend to be something she wasn’t. Which included being meek and sweet just to get her forever crush to like her. Dammit, she wasn’t in eighth grade and this wasn’t child’s play. Even if it did include an end-of-season dance.

“Of course this is another Cade Sullivan rescue. You’ve never attended the Spring Fling with a date, and nothing you say will convince me that you wanted to this year. The only reason you said you were taking me was to get Janie and Crystal to back off,” she dismissed, irritated that her words came out shaky and hoping he’d take that as nerves instead of hurt.

“That wasn’t bullshit,” he denied. “I want to take you to the party.”

Her heart leaped, excited and hopeful. She stomped it down quickly, since the defensive tone and quick flash of regret on his face didn’t scream
happy date
to her.

“Why?” she asked, suddenly tired of being his pet project. Someone only worthy of his attention if she needed rescuing. Well, dammit, she was tired of having him see her as a mission. If he couldn’t want her as a woman—a desirable, strong, worthy-of-him woman—she wished he’d just leave.

Again.

“Why?” he repeated, frustration and anger clear on his face.

“Yes,” she challenged, lifting her palms to the air. “Why.”

Cade’s jaw worked, emotions chasing too fast through his eyes for her to keep up. Then, clearly reaching a conclusion—one that looked like it was going to scare the hell out of her, if that dark look was any indication—he stomped over.

“What—”

Before she could finish asking what he was doing, he grabbed both her arms and lifted her off her feet. Pulling her body tight against his, he bent low.

“This is why,” he told her just before he took her mouth.

Eden melted, sinking into the kiss with a low moan.

He was so yummy.

And he wanted her.

That cautious—and totally inconvenient—little voice screamed out a warning. He was out of her league. So far out that she didn’t have the first comprehension of what his real life was like. Four days ago, he’d been her hero. The boy next door who always pulled her out of the tree. But he was bigger and sexier and scarier and more intense now.

Slowly, reluctantly, she forced herself to pull away from the most delicious kiss of her life. She barely held back a protesting whimper.

Her lashes fluttered as she made herself meet his gaze. His green eyes were like lasers, looking past her soul and into that corner where her fears hid. He saw everything, could do anything.

She slid out of his arms before she could curl up closer and beg for another taste.

She wanted him.

And she was desperately afraid she was falling in love with him.

10

“W
ELL
,” E
DEN
SAID
, breathless as she pressed her fingers to her lips, looking like he’d just shocked her all to hell and back. “That’s a good reason for a lot of things. But are you sure you want to do them in public? Because there’s nothing more public than this event.”

Hands fisted in his pockets so he wouldn’t grab her again, Cade paced to the window to glare at the overgrown paddock.

What the hell was he doing? He’d wanted to see her, yes. But his reasons for coming here were much more practical. He needed to fill her in on the loan his father was trying to collect from her mother. And he wanted to arrange for her to get a pet for his grandmother. Next thing he knew, he was throwing out public declarations and playing grab-ass like a desperate sailor on his first leave.

He’d lived within specific protocols long enough to know he was stepping way over the line. There were times you took one for the squad, you risked it all for the mission. And then there was going so far off the deep end that you were practically AWOL. Doing this? Going after Eden? That was the equivalent of going rogue.

He knew what he was supposed to do.

He’d spent four days solidifying his mission plan and choices, outlining the known factors, considering the options and detailing his escape routes.

The mission was to get out of Ocean Point with everything the same as when he’d arrived. Which meant no crazy commitments, no broken hearts, no emotional drama.

The choices had been simple. Give in to his desire for Eden. Or do some damage control, convincing her that nothing had changed between them.

Known factors?

Eden was the girl he rescued, and even though she didn’t know it, she currently needed his help.

She was tied to Ocean Point, and would have to face the gossips and innuendos long after he left.

She was deliciously sweet, in more ways than one.

She was fun and cute and made him feel like he could leap, fly and save the world.

If it wasn’t for his dedication to the military, to his career as a SEAL, she was the kind of girl he’d want to settle down with. Which made her about as dangerous as a mountain of explosives in a lightning storm.