SEALed with a Kiss. Jill Monroe

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СКАЧАТЬ of the sunlight warmed her face. “I love San Diego at night,” she said when he joined her at the railing.

      His condo was too far away to see the beach, but the complex was beautiful. “Before I came home to help Hailey with The Sutherland, I worked in St. Louis. There are seasons in St. Louis, snow even. It was a nice change from here, but I missed the palm trees. There’s something purely relaxing about hearing the breeze rustle through those big leaves.”

      “I know what you mean. I did some training up at Spruce Cape in Alaska.”

      “Alaska? Why there?”

      “There’s snow in Afghanistan. Gotta know how to deal. Basically they give you a compass, drop you off and say, ‘Meet us here.’ I don’t think I’ve ever been so cold. Thinking about these palm trees kept me warm,” he told her with a laugh.

      Rachel turned to look. For all his joking around, Riley held a dangerous and important job. She could only imagine the kinds of peril he faced. The extreme temperatures. The utter discomfort. Rachel felt the overwhelming need to touch him. Comfort him.

      She took a swallow of her beer instead.

      “Do you regret coming back to San Diego?” he asked.

      “Running a B&B is a lot of hard work and unbelievable hours, but …” Her voice trailed off. A lump formed in her throat, which was ridiculous.

      Riley leaned toward her, his knee almost touching hers. Not a lot of legroom on this balcony. He seemed genuinely interested in what she had to say. It was something more than just polite conversation and the kind of inquiries weekend fling etiquette required.

      What was the etiquette on a weekend fling?

      Those thoughts could wait.

      But not the fact that no one had asked her if she were sad to leave her home and a job she loved in St. Louis to return here. Not until Riley, that is. She hadn’t even questioned it. Her family home was in jeopardy, and she and Hailey had to take care of it. Fix it. It was as simple as that.

      Her stomach twisted. There was a reason she hadn’t questioned it. A truth she hadn’t yet faced. A dissatisfaction lay under the surface of her very necessary decision. Okay, those thoughts could wait, too.

      Rachel swallowed past the lump, reminding herself of the things she did like about returning to The Sutherland. “There is something really satisfying about seeing our home the way my grandparents would have wanted it. I like hearing the laughter of our guests during breakfast, and reading the comments in the guest book. I feel like I saved something important and special.”

      “Saved.”

      The word hung between them. Not quite a question, not quite a statement. “What do you mean?” she asked.

      “Past tense. You saved it, now what?”

      Rachel almost did a double take. Wait … when did this guy get so astute? “I’ll keep running The Sutherland with my sister.”

      “But you never wanted to run it in the first place, right? Otherwise you never would have left.”

      No, The Sutherland had never been her dream. She hadn’t wanted to escape it the way her sister Hailey

      had … the B&B just didn’t fit into her plans. But then she’d been doing a lot of things that didn’t fit into her long-range plans. Like Riley.

      She shook her head, and let her gaze slide to the palm trees that had been the cause of this whole awkward conversation. Well, awkward for her. Riley still appeared relaxed and sexy beside her.

      “So, what now for you?” he asked.

      She didn’t know. “How we turned The Sutherland around was featured in B&B Today magazine. Since then I’ve been getting a few calls and emails from other owners asking for help.”

      “Hey, that’s great. When do you start that?”

      Her knuckles tightened around the railing. “I haven’t called them back.”

      “Why not? Sounds like a perfect job for you.”

      She shrugged, turning away, though she knew he was waiting for her answer. “I don’t know. Marketing The Sutherland was easy. Well, not exactly easy,” she drawled.

      Rachel looked at him then, and he smiled. Slowly. This was a moment. One of those moments when you really connected with someone else. Strange that it was with someone like Riley Wilkes.

      “What if I can’t do it?” she asked. “It was just by chance the Navy SEALs train right outside our B&B.” The patio of The Sutherland provided a tableau of males in peak performance as they trained. Apparently a lot of women liked the special view. Add a mojito to the scene of Navy SEALs in action and voilà, extra cash in hand.

      “Rachel, if there’s one thing I’ve learned about you it’s that you’re the kind of person who gets things done. I have no doubt you could do it. If a B&B attracted guests in the past, I’m sure you’ll figure out what will make them want to come back in the future.”

      He believed it. Riley might be a charmer, but she knew he wouldn’t be encouraging her if he didn’t really think she’d be successful at it. Her family was always supportive, but this, this was something different.

      Rachel took a deep breath. “I have thought about it. A lot,” she confessed. “If I took on consulting jobs, I could go all over the country. Make my own hours. But I could keep San Diego as my home base. What could beat the beach? Or wearing shorts in November? Like I said, when I still lived in St. Louis, and it was really cold, I’d stay bundled up inside my apartment. I’m not exactly a nature girl, but I missed being outside. Feeling the wind on my face. The sounds of the birds.”

      “Ever made love outside?” he asked.

      Rachel choked on her beer.

      “Careful,” he said. Warmth entered his gray eyes, turning them almost green.

      What Riley had just issued was an invitation … not a question.

      No, despite living next door to a beach, she’d never made love outside. She shook her head, her skin heating at the thought.

      “Someone will see,” she said. Hating how unadventurous she sounded.

      “We’ll keep our clothes on. No one passes by this side of the complex, and if they did, they won’t suspect a thing.” His fingers stole the beer from her hand and placed it on the small table.

      “You’ll just have to be very, very quiet,” he told her.

      The way Riley made love … that could be a problem.

      He was behind her now, his lips just under her ear. Her weak spot. Of course Riley Wilkes would find that.

      Her body already ached for more. Rachel’s eyes closed at the caress of his lips. The touch of his tongue. She leaned against his chest. Warm and solid.

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