Navy Christmas. Geri Krotow

Чтение книги онлайн.

СКАЧАТЬ took a few weeks to wake up to the reality of a more civilized lifestyle.

      But Jonas had been such a “butt” as he’d said himself. He’d stirred her anger to a froth she hadn’t experienced in what felt like forever.

      Once he made the connection he’d been much nicer, charming even. Of course he had; he wanted the house and he had to go through her to get it.

      A jolt of awareness made her sit up straight. She’d thought of Phil without the usual sense of longing, of sorrow. It was the second time in the past few weeks.

      Dottie had told her that one day her deep grief over her husband’s death had lifted and she saw life in full color again. She’d said it would happen for Serena, too.

      Jonas Scott’s male energy certainly hadn’t been lost on her.

      She looked in the rearview mirror at Pepé’s sleeping form in the backseat.

      “Wake up, sleepyhead.”

      Ronald barked at her as if the request was a command for him and not Pepé. The fawn-colored Weimaraner/Labrador-mix puppy they’d rescued last spring was coming into his own as a full member of their family.

      Pepé didn’t stir as she maneuvered the SUV into the driveway. Even though it was almost noon, the lull of the ferry and motion of the drive always made him sleepy.

      “I’m hungry, Mom!”

      Serena laughed. “How do you go from sound asleep to full-throttle in less than a heartbeat?” She roughed up his hair with her hand.

      “Quit it, Mom.” He unsnapped his seat belt and was out of the back car door before she had time to turn around again, Ronald racing ahead of him.

      She watched their forms streak across the fog-dampened ground toward the front door.

      And the tall man who stood in front of it, his back to her. They weren’t used to drop-ins.

      She felt a stab of fear and scrambled out of the seat.

      The recent headlines across the local paper roared in her memory. The island was having a rash of break-ins, often motivated by an addict’s search for prescription narcotics.

      She should have had the dead bolt installed as she’d planned.

      “Pepé, wait! Ronald!”

      But Pepé didn’t turn back toward her, didn’t acknowledge he’d heard her. Ronald skidded to a halt in front of the man and she heard the dog’s strident bark.

      Who was the stranger at their door? What if he wanted to hurt Pepé?

      “Pepé!” Her voice was sharper, the edge of fear stoking her anger.

      “Mom, it’s Jonas!”

      Breathing hard, she stopped running before she got too close. Close enough that anyone would see the fear and anger on her face.

      “Jonas.” She welcomed the relief that it wasn’t a complete stranger.

      “More like your sort-of cousin, isn’t it?” He shot her a lopsided grin and just like that her hormones were off to the races. She really needed to start thinking about dating again. Then she wouldn’t have such an overreaction to Jonas, the last man on earth she wanted to be aroused by.

      “Sorry—we don’t usually get surprise visitors. Ronald’s protective of Pepé.”

      “You mean unannounced visitors. I would have called, but it’s against HIPAA for me to look up your number in your records and use it for personal business. You didn’t give me your phone number yourself.”

      “I appreciate your professionalism, uh, Commander Scott—or was it Captain?”

      “I’m a Commander.” His mouth twitched.

      “I didn’t want to demote you. I’m not familiar with medical practitioners for the most part, and then when you add the Navy, I get even more confused. We’re used to being around Marines. Well, we were.”

      “Understood.”

      She took a step closer. “Ronald, it’s okay.”

      Her words were superfluous as Ronald had already deemed Jonas safe with an invisible doggy stamp of approval. He lay at Jonas’s feet, his belly exposed for a rub. Jonas obliged and she didn’t miss how nice his hands looked against Ronald’s silver-brown coat.

      Couldn’t the dog at least pretend to have more of a vicious edge around strange men? Step-cousins included?

      “We’re not blood relatives, not cousins, by the way.” There. It was out; let him go after her about the house.

      “You mean like you, Pepé and Dottie.”

      He looked up at her as he spoke, continuing to stroke Ronald’s underside. When he stood she had to look up. He was at least a foot taller than she was. And his gaze—a girl needed to watch how she interpreted his attention. Why couldn’t Jonas look more like a toad?

      “I didn’t let you off the hook at the clinic. I’m sorry.” She owed him that much.

      “Don’t be. I earned your wrath. And although I don’t deserve it, I’d like to start over with you.”

      Serena smiled.

      Jonas responded with a grin and held out his hand. “Jonas Scott, Dottie’s youngest stepson. Pleased to meet you.”

      His hand was warm and strong as it enveloped hers. She liked his firm handshake—certain but not overbearing.

      “Serena Delgado. Dottie’s biological niece.”

      She met his gaze at the same moment a spark seemed to travel from where their hands joined up her arm. Judging from the interest in his eyes he’d felt it, too.

      This wasn’t what she’d bargained for, this instant attraction she was experiencing with Jonas.

      “Hey, what about me?” Pepé stuck out his hand in front of Jonas.

      “Nice to see you again, buddy.” Jonas shook Pepé’s hand with the solemnity reserved for equals.

      “Mom, can I go inside and play?”

      “Sure, but no computer or television. Keep it to your toys or books.”

      “But it’s a holiday vacation, Mom!”

      “Take it or leave it, mi hijo.”

      Pepé ran back inside, Ronald on his heels.

      “You’re good with him.”

      “Hmm.” Serena shifted on her feet, not sure where to go next. She didn’t remember ever feeling so completely exposed with another person.

      Jonas was practically a stranger, yet he knew her life. He knew her father had abandoned СКАЧАТЬ