SEAL'd Perfection The Complete Collection: A Navy SEAL Romance
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Authors: KB Winters
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SEAL’d Perfection
The Complete Collection PLUS an Exclusive Bonus!
By
KB Winters
Copyright © 2015 KB Winters
Published By: BookBoyfriends Publishing LLC
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination and have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2016 KB Winters
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Contents
SEAL’d Perfection
Book 1
By
KB Winters
Copyright © 2015 KB Winters
Published By: BookBoyfriends Publishing LLC
“Okay, baby Jax, mama is gonna go out for a little bit. You’re gonna stay here and play with Gina,” I cooed over the side of my son’s crib. He blinked up at me and offered a gummy smile, showcasing his single tooth that had broken through on the bottom only about a week before. I smiled down at him, my heart tugging, hating that I was about to leave him. I turned to look over my shoulder and saw Gina, the twenty-two-year-old nanny my husband and I had hired a few months back to watch baby Jax. She’d only worked a handful of hours a week, long enough to let me do the grocery shopping, run errands, and occasionally—if I was lucky—attempt to catch up on sleep.
“It’ll be okay, Mrs. Martin,” Gina reassured, as if sensing my apprehension to leave. I wondered if all new moms felt this way. When Jax was a newborn, I’d assumed the separation anxiety would fade over time, but in some ways, it was worse now that he was nearing his first birthday. Every day he learned something new, and he seemed to grow every time he took a nap. I hated missing out on any of it. But today, I had to get out of the house. It was for the greater good of the family—Jax’s future.
I straightened and waved my fingers down at Jax. “Bye-bye, baby.”
Gina swooped in, pressing a warm bottle into his chubby little hands, and he didn’t even notice as I slipped out the door of his nursery. It was a system we’d developed to make sure he didn’t have a full on melt down every time I left the house. I glanced back once at the softly lit nursery and heard Gina begin to hum his favorite song. I exhaled sadly, wishing it was me singing to him—but I’d only be gone for a little while so I continued down the hall, trying to will away the guilt of leaving him home for a few hours.
I stopped at the end of the hall before going down the stairs. I checked my reflection in the hallway mirror. The dress I’d picked out was cut shorter than I usually dared, and although I was wearing a short sleeved sweater, underneath it was a very low neckline which highlighted my cleavage that was hoisted to high heaven thanks to my best push up bra. My long, chestnut colored hair was teased into a sassy, layered look, and my makeup was flawless, accentuating my almond-shaped green eyes, and tanned complexion. I smiled, spinning to check out the look from the back. I was dressed to kill, that’s for sure. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d gotten all glammed up. Months ago, maybe longer…
Geeze, Kat, no wonder he’s not paying any attention to you, I scolded myself.
Prior to baby Jax’s birth, my husband, Mitch hadn’t been able to keep his hands off of me. We’d married young—right out of college, and people had warned us that there was no way it would last, but four years in, he still acted like a newlywed on his honeymoon.
However, after Jax’s birth, things had changed dramatically in our marriage. Mitch had been working longer hours and often came home completely exhausted or distracted. I knew adding a baby would put additional financial strain on us, but as far as I could tell, everything had been going well. He hadn’t expressed any concern over the state of our bank accounts, and his own spending habits certainly hadn’t slowed. In fact, a few weeks after Jax turned six months, he’d surprised me by pulling into the driveway in a brand new Lexus crossover.
Regardless of the picture of security, Mitch was drifting further and further away by the minute. In the beginning, I’d been too tired to really notice, and by the time I realized there was a problem—it seemed awkward to bring it up in conversation. I’d never liked instigating important relationship conversations—Mitch hated them—so it was easier to just muddle through and wait for things to blow over and get back to normal.
However, as we neared Jax’s first birthday, I couldn’t remember the last time Mitch and I had spent enough time together to have a conversation that didn’t revolve around the merits of different car seats, family Christmas photos, or meal plans for the week—let alone do anything
other
than talk.
Our bed had been cold for way too long—but that was about to change.
I completed my appraisal and hurried down the stairs, and out to the car, before my nerves could take hold of me. I’d never gone down to Mitch’s office unannounced, and I definitely hadn’t gone to his office with the intention to share an afternoon drink and get a little frisky in his office while his secretary was out to lunch. I shivered slightly as I got into the driver’s seat, and took a deep breath to still my nerves.
Why am I freaking out about this? I asked myself. You’ve slept with Mitch a million times. Why would this be any different? Because it’s in his office? No, that will make it exciting and fun. Something he’ll never forget…
I laughed at myself and pulled out onto the street, flicking one final gaze towards Jax’s window before driving away.
Twenty minutes later, I parked in the small lot in front of the Market Street Plaza, a historic brick building that had once housed the small town’s mayor, but twenty years ago, had been re-zoned as a commercial property and a management company had renovated it into an office building. Mitch had a degree in Business Management, and worked as a highly sought out business consultant, a job that required nearly constant travel to businesses all over the country. A few years ago, when the economy started to bounce back, he had expanded the business and rented out the top floor for himself and his two associates. I applied a fresh coat of lipstick in the rearview mirror. “Now or never,” I whispered to myself, taking a deep breath before slipping from the car.
The walk to Mitch’s office reminded me just how long it had been since I’d worn heels—only adding fuel to my nerves. I finally arrived, and swept past the frosted glass door bearing the company logo — MM Consulting. I stepped inside the plush office, noting a few new pieces of furniture that Mitch must have added since the last time I’d been there. The walls also looked like they’d been freshly painted. I couldn’t remember Mitch talking about renovations to the office, but then again—we didn’t do much talking anymore. A tinge of guilt flashed over me, and I became even more eager to see Mitch. There were so many things I needed to tell him. He needed to know—and feel—how much I loved him and appreciated him for all the hard work and long hours he put in to provide the best life possible for me and our son.
I traced the familiar path to Mitch’s office, my heart swelling with pride and warmth with each step, a feeling that was stopped short when I turned the handle on the door and found it locked. “Damn,” I murmured under my breath. I hadn’t seen his car in the lot, but there was another lot on the other side of the building, so I’d assumed he’d been over there.
Is he out for lunch?
He was such a workaholic that he usually worked through his lunch hour. When he’d first told me that he didn’t get a lunch hour, I’d offered to pack him lunches so he could have something at his desk, but he’d declined, telling me that he preferred a cafe that was down the street who ran a sandwich cart to nearby businesses.
