Shut Up And Kiss Me. Sara Orwig

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      SARA ORWIG

      lives in Oklahoma. She has a patient husband who will take her on research trips anywhere from big cities to old forts. She is an avid collector of Western history books. With a master’s degree in English, Sara writes historical romance, mainstream fiction and contemporary romance. Books are beloved treasures that take Sara to magical worlds, and she loves both reading and writing them.

      Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Epilogue

      One

      What other weird thing will Special Forces get me into? Michael Remington wondered as he glanced around the elegant law office that was located on the main street of San Antonio, Texas.

      Dark wood walls, polished oak floor, comfortable leather chairs, and the attorney the most decorative part of all. He looked at her silky blond hair, hair that shouldn’t be confined in the twist at the back of her head. From the first few moments, when she’d stood in front of her desk, he’d noticed that the lady had fabulous long legs. Besides her legs, she had a face and figure that made a man think of the bedroom—until he looked into her big blue eyes, cold and icy as a Nordic fjord.

      He barely listened while she waded through legalese, reading John Frates’s will. Mike’s best buddies from Special Forces were seated beside him: tough Jonah Whitewolf, a Comanche, one of the best bomb experts Mike had ever known; and next to him, Boone Devlin, chopper pilot deluxe.

      Not long after their rescue of John Frates, the three of them had been split up, and they hadn’t seen one another until today, the first week of April. Mike was looking forward to their dinner together tonight. A reunion would be a blast, and they could thank John Frates for accomplishing the get-together. Only, John Frates and his wife were no longer living—both had died in a boating accident off the coast of Scotland. It was odd as hell to get remembered in a will simply because you did your job, Mike thought. They had rescued John Frates when he was held hostage in a Colombian jungle, but it had all been part of the mission.

      When he heard his name read, Mike’s attention returned to the attorney. She was a looker, but the minute he’d walked into her office, they’d clashed. Although he knew there were plenty of female attorneys, he had assumed from her letter, signed S. T. Clay, that she was male. But S. T. Clay was very much female and she had resented his mistaken assumption. If it meant that much to her, she should sign her letters as Savannah Clay. There was no wedding ring on her finger, and Mike wasn’t surprised. She might be gorgeous, but she was none too friendly.

      “‘To Michael Remington,”’ the attorney read in her brisk, no-nonsense voice, “‘to whom I shall be forever indebted, I leave my most precious possession, the guardianship of my baby daughter, Jessie Lou Frates.”’

      A jolt shot through Mike with the impact of a current of electricity. Stunned, he stared at Savannah Clay. He couldn’t get his breath, he broke out in a sweat, his ears began to ring and he was unable to hear anything else she said.

      Jessie Lou Frates? A baby? He was bequeathed the care of a baby girl? John Frates had called him about a will, but he hadn’t said anything about a baby. As far as Mike knew, there hadn’t been a baby at the time John called him.

      Mike knew absolutely nothing about babies. He’d never wanted to be tied down that way. In his military career he had been through all sorts of life-or-death situations, and he had never felt as light-headed or as nervous as he was right now.

      He barely heard the rest of the reading of the will, nor the questions the others asked when it was done. Finally Savannah Clay looked at him.

      “You’re very quiet, Colonel Remington. Any questions?”

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