SEALs of Summer 2: A Military Romance Superbundle (98 page)

Before she knew it, Jill was dialing his number. Because really, what was the harm in calling? She’d told him last week that she planned on making another move, and for the sake of that explosive kiss, she had to give it at least one more shot. If Shane rejected her again, then she’d just go and find someone who actually wanted to spend time with her.

Jill’s heart pounded as she waited for Shane to answer. Jeez. She was twenty-nine years old—she shouldn’t be this excited at the prospect of talking to a guy.

But the excitement faded into disappointment when an unfamiliar voice slid into her ear.

“Shane’s phone.”

She heard other voices in the background. Loud ones, both male and female, chattering over what sounded like a rendition of “Sweet Home Alabama”. The raucous laughter and clinking of glasses told her that Shane—or rather, Shane’s phone—was at a bar.

“Hi.” She cleared her throat awkwardly. “Is Shane around?”

“Naah, he’s a little busy at the moment,” came the cheerful reply. “Who’s this?”

She hesitated. “Jill.”

“Jill.” A seductive male chuckle rippled over the line. “You sound hot, Jill. Are you?”

She smiled despite herself. Most likely she was talking to one of Shane’s military buddies, because all the military men she knew from San Diego were also notorious flirts.

“I’m all right, I guess,” she answered modestly. “A solid seven, I’d say.”

“Bull. Your voice pins you down at a nine. Maybe nine and a half.”

“Who exactly am I talking to?” Jill asked.

“Duke. I’m Senior’s best pal.”

She suppressed a laugh. “Okay, best pal. Well, can you ask Shane to call me back?”

“Why bother with that? Why don’t you just come here and join us?”

“Where’s here?” she said warily.

“Andy’s. It’s an awesome little dive bar on Shore Drive. We got some weekend’s leave so we’re spending the time off wisely.” He chuckled again. “You coming or what?”

Reluctance washed over her. She didn’t feel comfortable showing up unless the invitation came from Shane himself. “I don’t want to intrude,” she hedged. “Can you put Shane on the line? Or at least ask him if it’s cool with him?”

An exaggerated sigh met her ears. “He’s in the middle of kicking Foster’s ass on the pool table right now. I don’t want to drag him away from the game. One sec, sweetness. Let me ask him.”

A rustling sound, and then Duke’s voice grew muffled, as if he were covering the mouthpiece. Jill heard him call out to someone, but she couldn’t make out the words. She didn’t hear the response, either, but a second later Duke was back on the line.

“He says the more the merrier.”

“Really?” she said dubiously.

“Yep. So get your cute ass over here, baby doll.”

“I—”

“See you soon.”

He’d hung up.

Jill bit her lip as indecision flashed through her. She really wished she’d spoken to Shane herself, but after a beat, she opened the Internet browser on her phone and typed the name of the bar into Google Maps. It popped up instantly, along with several other bars and restaurants dotting the same street. Okay. Well. She supposed she could always go to one of those other places if Shane ended up being less than hospitable.

Decision made, she headed to the bathroom for a quick shower, then threw on a pair of jeans, a V-neck sweater and black leather boots. She didn’t bother with a coat, because a quick stop on the balcony revealed that it wasn’t even cold out, which was odd considering it was mid-October. But she sure as hell wasn’t complaining. She still wasn’t thrilled about abandoning her idyllic California climate for a place that had honest-to-God
winter
.

Twenty minutes later, Jill slid out of the taxi that dropped her off at the bar. The cabbie had explained that Andy’s was close to both the army and naval bases, so Jill wasn’t surprised to find a slew of military men standing out front. The cropped haircuts and ripped bodies were a dead giveaway.

Several heads swung her way as she approached the door, more than one admiring look aimed in her direction. She was used to the attention, though. She was a tall woman at five-nine, and when you threw her bright red hair into the mix, it was impossible for her to keep a low profile.

The interior of the bar was much larger than it appeared on the exterior. Crammed with tables, booths and bodies, the dimly lit room even had enough space to house a small stage in the corner of the room. At the moment, the only music in the place was the classic rock pounding from the speakers, but a few men carrying instruments wandered around the stage as if getting ready for a set.

Jill glanced around, but she didn’t spot Shane in the crowd. There were too many people, and more than half of them were males in camo pants and T-shirts, creating a blurry sea of khaki and olive green.

She strode up to the long bar counter and squeezed in between a burly man and two giggling women, and a pretty bartender greeted Jill with a frazzled smile, her hand busy pouring a beer from the tap.

“What can I get you?” the blonde asked.

“A vodka cranberry, please.” She did another scan of the room before turning back to the bartender. “By any chance do you know a man named Shane Heron? He should be here tonight.”

The other woman donned a blank look. “Sorry, the name doesn’t ring a bell.”

“He’s a—navy man.” She’d been about to say
SEAL
, but she knew from her San Diego friends that most SEALs didn’t like to advertise that.

“Look around, hon,” the blonde said with a laugh. “Ninety percent of the men here are navy.”

A moment later, a vodka cranberry slid in front of Jill, who quickly paid the bartender and then picked up her glass and conducted another frustrating examination of the crowd. When she struck out again, she tried a different name. “What about Duke? Do you know him?”

It was like a switch had been flicked. The bartender’s easygoing smile swiftly transformed into a dark glower. “Yeah, I know Duke.” Her lips tightened. “He’s over there.”

Jill’s gaze followed the blonde’s outstretched arm toward a table in the back. “Thanks,” she said, taking a step away.

“Hey,” the bartender interjected.

She looked back quizzically.

“Tell Duke I’m freezing his tab until he pays the outstanding balance.” The woman made a derisive noise. “Maybe if he hears it from one of his groupies he’ll actually pay up.”

“Oh, I’m not his—”

But the blonde had already moved down the counter to greet another customer.

Shrugging, Jill threaded her way through the jam-packed room toward the back wall. When she approached the table, she encountered not one, not two, but
five
incredibly handsome men. A couple of very attractive women were also at the table—a brunette sitting in the lap of the sandy-haired guy nuzzling her neck, and a blonde who was giggling at something one of the other men had just said.

Shane was not among them.

Jill was about to creep away when her presence was detected.

“Where you running off to, Red?”

The teasing question came from a twenty-something man with cropped dark hair and twinkling blue eyes, whose face brightened with admiration as he looked her up and down.

“I’m looking for someone,” she told him. “Shane Heron?”

“Oh shit. Are you Jill?”

She suddenly recognized his voice, deep and husky, with the faintest of Southern drawls. “Yup,” she answered.

“I’m Duke—we spoke on the phone. And baby doll? You think you’re a
seven
? Are you insane?” Duke looked at his friends in disbelief. “She thinks she’s a seven.”

The next thing she knew, every head swiveled in her direction, and the man with the brunette in his lap let out a delighted laugh. “No way. You’re a ten. Easy.”

His date piped up in agreement. “You’re definitely a ten.” A pause. “Is that your natural hair color?”

Jill nodded.

“Shit. I think that makes you an eleven,” the girl said with a genuine smile.

The dark-haired man next to Duke joined the conversation. “I’m Hunter. Why don’t you have a seat, honey?”

“Um…”

Duke grinned as if reading her mind. “Don’t worry, Senior just went to the john. He’ll be back any second. And I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you.”

Something about his tone raised Jill’s guard. “You told him I was coming, right?”

“No,” a gruff voice said from behind her. “He didn’t.”

‡

I
t took a
serious amount of effort for Shane to keep his jaw off the floor. Jill was the last person he’d expected to see tonight, and from the guilty look on Duke Donovan’s face, it was easy to figure out why she’d come.

“Hey, Senior, I forgot to tell you,” Duke blurted out. “Your phone rang when you were playing pool with LT.”

Shane was torn between laughing and slugging the younger man. “And you decided to pick it up? What, you’re my secretary now?”

“I didn’t think you’d mind,” Duke lamented. “Besides, you never introduce us to your girlfriends. I figured if we finally wanted to meet one, I’d have to be proactive and invite her. Because God knows you won’t.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” he said tersely.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Jill stiffen, but she didn’t contradict him. “He’s right,” she confirmed, equally brusque. “I’m not his girlfriend.”

Duke shifted awkwardly in his chair. “Oh. My bad.” After a beat, he brightened and focused on Jill. “Well, then you can hang out with me, Red.” He patted the empty seat beside him.

It was Shane’s turn to stiffen. Oh
hell
no. He wasn’t letting Donovan and his manwhore hands anywhere near Jill.

Without looking at Duke, Jill placed her glass on the table and turned to Shane. “Can we talk alone for a minute?”

He gave a brisk nod, then guided her away from the boys and headed for the quietest area in the bar, the corridor leading to the restrooms. Jill was staring straight ahead, which gave him ample opportunity to check her out, and Christ, she was even sexier than he remembered. Her long, lithe body was all curves, and her long red hair shone beneath the yellow glow of the light fixtures. So did her eyes, that incredible shade of jungle-green that had hypnotized him back in San Diego.

He’d been trying not to think about her, but now that she was here, the memory of the kiss they’d shared blazed a path through his mind. Fuck. Her lips had been so damn soft. Warm. Addictive.

“I’m sorry.” Her strained voice jerked him back to the present. “I wouldn’t have come if… Duke said he asked you…”

He swallowed a sigh. “For future purposes—don’t believe a word any of those dumbasses say.”

“Good to know.”

“Yeah. Uh…so…” He shoved his hands in his pockets. “You’re, uh, all moved in and everything?”

“Yup. I spent the last couple days unpacking.” When he didn’t answer, she went on, visibly uncomfortable. “I’m renting an apartment on 38
^th
. I didn’t see the point in buying a place until I see how things go with the restaurant. If it goes under fast, there’s no reason for me to stick around.”

“It won’t go under,” he said gruffly.

“I hope not, but you never know in the restaurant business. It’s like rolling dice.” She cautiously met his eyes. “I’m wasting my time, aren’t I?”

Shane hesitated, not sure how to answer that.

“Yeah, I guess I am.” She ran an aggravated hand through her hair. “You meant what you said in San Diego. You’re really not interested, are you?”

Not interested? Christ. His body was
pleading
with him to take what Jill was offering.

His head, on the other hand, was broadcasting the words
bad idea
on a damn loop. And his heart? Fuck, scratch that—what heart? Alana had taken it with her when she’d died.

He opened his mouth, but Jill cut him off. “Don’t answer that. I already know the answer, so let’s just leave it as an unspoken rejection so my ego stays somewhat intact.” She shrugged. “With that said, would you be okay with me sticking around? I don’t feel like going home yet, and I want to finish my drink.”

“Uh, sure. I don’t mind.”

She snorted at his less than enthusiastic response. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to hit on you, Shane. I plan on respecting the rules of rejection.” She winked. “Your teammates are cute, though. Especially Duke. Is he single?”

Suspicion curled around his insides. Was she playing games with him? Trying to get him all riled up and jealous so he’d give in to the attraction?

But no, there was genuine interest in her tone. Fucking hell. She was seriously interested in Donovan?

The notion twisted his gut harder and sent a bolt of jealousy up his spine. But what the hell was he supposed to say?
Stay away from him? If I can’t have you, no one else can?
He wasn’t
that
much of an ass.

Still, he couldn’t bite back a warning. “Donovan’s not exactly boyfriend material,” Shane muttered. “He plays the field. Hard.”

Jill shrugged again. “Like I told you in San Diego, I’m only looking for something casual.” She took a step away from the corridor. “Come on, let’s go back. I feel super antisocial hiding in the corner.”