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SEALed at Midnight (Hot SEALs series)
As a combat hardened Navy SEAL, Thom Grande has fought terrorism around the globe, but he can’t fight is his ex-wife. Or her lawyer. Or the alimony payments. Just when he thinks his life can’t get any worse, bad luck smacks him up side the head—literally. Now he’s got a traumatic brain injury and can’t remember his own name. The good news? He can’t remember his ex-wife or the woes she’s causing him either.
Virginia Starr has the worst luck ever with romance. But maybe her luck is changing because one hell of a hot man just showed up at her door in the middle of the night. One problem—he can’t remember anything, including who he is. The more Ginny sees, the more she realizes, that might not matter all that much.
“Do you remember what happened to you?”
“Most of it. I remember my SUV skidding off the road, but I have no recollection of actually crashing or anything else until you found me outside.”
“Wow. That’s crazy.”
Not really, but he probably had more experience with traumatic brain injury than she had.
“I remember some other things too.”
“Really? Tell me.”
“I have two kids. Jason and Juliette.” He watched her react to that.
Her surprise was apparent before she hid it. “Two kids. That’s great.”
“Mmm, hmm. I’m divorced from their mother.”
“Oh.” That one syllable seemed ripe with so much. “Do you, uh, have a girlfriend you need to call?”
He might be rusty and a little bruised around the edges from the divorce, but he knew when a woman was fishing for information and Ginny was.
“Nope. No girlfriend.”
“Oh. Okay. I just wanted to check. You know, didn’t want anyone to worry.”
He smiled. “Thank you for worrying about me.”
“Sure. Anytime. I’m just glad you’re feeling better.” She bit her lip as she raised big brown eyes to look at him.
That did nothing to help the situation in his boxer shorts. The way he was positioned, so close, touching her, there was no way she’d missed feeling it.
He swallowed. “Yeah. Definitely feeling better.”
“Good.” Her eyes narrowed as her gaze dropped to his lips for the briefest of moments.
His SEAL training had taught him to read people. Informants. Terrorists. He could detect lies and threats, but that skill transferred beyond the counterterrorism world. If he wasn’t completely off base, Ginny wanted him as much as he wanted her.
He couldn’t seem to get the words out at first. He lifted one hand to cup her face, running a thumb across her bottom lip as he leaned in. “Tell me if I’m out of line here.”
Her throat worked as she swallowed. “You’re not out of line.”