His Secret Son. Brenda Jackson

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      “Are you American or French?”

      She blinked at his question. “I’m American.”

      “So am I.”

      She smiled. And what a good-looking American he was, with a body to die for. She felt as if she could draw her last breath just from looking at him. This guy was tall, at least six foot two or three. And his skin was the color of lightly roasted almonds. His dark eyes appeared somewhat slanted, and as far as she was concerned his lips were perfectly shaped. His hair was cut low on his head and his ears were just the right size for his face. But what captured her attention more than anything were those dimples in his cheeks. Doing absolutely nothing but standing there, he was arousing something within her that no other man ever had.

      “And who are you?” she asked, deciding not to let him ask all the questions.

      “I’m Laramie,” he said, stretching out his hand to her.

      She took it and immediately a spike of heat seemed to burst from his fingers and hit her dead center between the thighs. And when she stared into his eyes and saw the dark heat in his pupils, she knew he’d felt something, as well.

      “Are you married, Laramie?”

      “No. I’ve never been married. What about you? I approached you because I didn’t see a ring on your finger.”

      At least he didn’t hit on married women. Some men didn’t care. “No, I’m not married, either, and never have been.”

      “So, Bristol Lockett, do I have your permission?”

      She licked her lips. “For what?”

      That sexy smile widened. “To be here when you get off.”

      Then what? she wondered but decided not to ask. “Sure, if that’s what you want.”

      His chuckle made desire claw at her but it was his next words that sealed her fate. “There are a lot of things I want when it comes to you, Bristol.”

      Jeez. If he wasn’t standing there she would close her eyes and moan. This man presented a temptation she shouldn’t even think about yielding to. Too bad her best friend, Dionne, was out of town for the holidays and not around to talk some sense into her.

      “What about if we share a drink at one of the pubs first?” she asked, and then frowned. Why had she made it sound as if she would be willing to move to the next stage once they shared a drink?

      “That’s fine. I’ll be back in four hours.”

      When he walked off she glanced at her watch. Her break was officially over but she knew her encounter with this military man was just beginning.

      She hurried behind the counter to put on her apron while watching Mary-Ann, another waitress, head over to the table to serve the five guys. More people entered the café, and Bristol was about to cross the room to serve a couple with a little girl when Mary-Ann stopped her.

      “They asked for you,” Mary-Ann said, smiling.

      “Who?”

      “Those soldiers. I’ve given them menus but they want you to serve their table. That’s fine with me. Then I don’t have to commit a sin by forgetting I’ve been married to Joel almost twenty years. Those five are too much temptation,” she said, fanning herself. “I hope you can handle it.”

      Bristol hoped she could handle it as well, as she made her way to the table where all five men sat. Hot and heavy testosterone was thick in the air surrounding them. Drawing in a deep breath she approached them with her notepad in hand. “Have you guys decided what you’re having?”

      “Apparently, Coop has,” one of the men said, grinning at her. “We’re still deciding.”

      She nodded. “Okay, and who is Coop?”

      “I am,” the guy who had introduced himself to her earlier said.

      She met his gaze. “I thought your name was Laramie.”

      He smiled again and she tried not to feel weak in the knees. “It is. My real name is Laramie Cooper. They call me Coop.”

      “Oh.”

      “Let me introduce everyone,” Laramie said. “First off, guys, this is Bristol,” he said to his friends.

      “Hello, Bristol,” they all said simultaneously as they stood to their feet, showing they had manners.

      “Hello.”

      “I’m Bane,” one of the men said, extending his hand to her.

      She smiled at the very handsome military man as she shook his hand. “Hi, Bane.”

      “Is that a New York accent?” Bane asked.

      “Yes, you would think after being in France for almost four years it would not be so easily detected.”

      Bane’s smile widened. “Some things you can’t get rid of.”

      “Apparently,” she said, chuckling.

      “I’m Flipper,” another one of the guys said, offering his hand. He was definitely a hottie, with blond hair and the bluest eyes she’d ever seen. The color reminded her of the ocean and she wondered if that was why his nickname was Flipper.

      “Nice meeting you, Flipper,” she said, shaking his hand, as well.

      “Same here, Bristol.”

      “I’m Mac,” another one of the men said, leaning across to take her hand. This man appeared older than the others by at least three or four years.

      “Hi, Mac.”

      “And I’m Viper.”

      She glanced at the man who introduced himself as Viper. He was taller than the others and just as handsome. His eyes seemed sharp and penetrating. “Hi, Viper,” she said, shaking his hand.

      “Hi, Bristol,” Viper returned, smiling.

      “And you know me,” Laramie said, taking her hand.

      And just like before, a spike of heat hit her. “Yes, I know you.” She quickly pulled her hand away. “It’s nice meeting all of you and I like all your nicknames,” she said as the men all sat back down.

      Bane chuckled. “They aren’t nicknames. They’re our military code names.”

      “Oh. And what branch of the military?”

      “We’re navy SEALs,” the one named Flipper said, grinning proudly.

      He had every right to feel that way. She’d heard about navy SEALs. Some considered them the American government’s secret weapon against any enemy force.

      “So, Laramie, I’ll start СКАЧАТЬ