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"sexy and adorable"
Loner. Biker. SEAL.
Known only as Mack to his SEAL teammates, heās a stone cold killer when he needs to be, but heād rather just straddle his Harley and escape from everything and everyone.
The only person who calls James MacIntyre by his given name is his father, the one family member he has left . . . that is until his widowed father meets a divorcee and decides to remarry.
Suddenly, this woman and her daughter areĀ Mackās new family, all calling him āJamesā whether he likes it or not.Ā The problem is heās starting to likeĀ hearing his name on the lips ofĀ curvy co-ed Lydia.
The bigger problem is that Lydia is also the girl he rescued at a bar . . . and then spent the night with.
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āI said no!ā
A voice that rose above the usual volume of the din of the bar had Mack twisting in his seat to get a better look.
He zeroed in on the source of the annoyed-sounding exclamation and saw the woman heād noticed briefly before when heād surveyed those around him.
Okay, heād noticed her because her ass, round and firm as she perched on the bar stool, had looked particularly enticing.
Nothing he liked more than a woman with generous curves. Another time, heād be more than interested in an ass like that, but he was not interested in this particular woman.
First of all, she looked painfully young. Young enough that he hoped the bartender had taken the time to check her ID and verify she was allowed to be drinking that bottle of light beer. The bottle that was giving him ideas he shouldnāt be having as she pressed the longneck against her lips.
READ MOREStaring straight ahead at the shelves of bottles behind the bar, she was making an obvious attempt to ignore the sleazy guy next to her.
The lowlifeāa snap judgment on Mackās part that he was standing behind even if it was made just by looking at himāleaned closer.
The young woman planted the bottle on the bar and turned to face the man. āLook. I said no thank you.ā
Mack didnāt hear the bastardās response but he could only imagine it wasnāt good since the chick grabbed her purse from the bar and moved to climb off the barstool.
When the guy grabbed her arm, Mack decided heād had enough.
He was behind the guy and had him in a headlock before anyone knew what was happening, particularly the douchebag himself.
Ignoring the shock on the brunetteās face, Mack leaned down close to the guyās ear and hissed, āShe said she wants to be left alone. So how about you listen to her and go somewhere else?ā
The guy looked torn between pissing his pants and wanting to break free and take a swing at Mack.
Mack wasnāt sure about his first prediction coming true, but he knew the second wasnāt going to happen as long as he was living and breathing. He tightened his hold just enough to scare the guy.
If this went on any longer, heād be perfectly comfortable choking out the guy. It wouldnāt kill him. Heād wake up eventually and Mack had no doubt that once this asshole was blissfully unconscious he could leave him to recover on the floor in the back hall by the bathroom and the bartender wouldnāt have a thing to say about it.
Mack didnāt tell people what he did for a living but in this areaājust a few miles from the baseāit was easy enough for the locals to pick out the Navy guys among them.
His disappearing for months at a time didnāt help hide Mackās occupation. Neither did the fact that he could take out this asshole so easily, so quietly, no one would notice except for the sweet, curvy young thing watching him with her big brown eyes wide with surprise.
āWe gonna do this the easy way or the hard way?ā Mack asked, low and close.
āI wasnāt doing anyāā
Mack squeezed a bit tighter. āSee, now that wasnāt the question. Wanna try again? Youāre going to leave the lady alone. You can do that under your own power, or mine. Your choice.ā
āFine. Iāll go.ā The guyās reply was more of a wheeze.
Mack probably shouldnāt take such great satisfaction at that, but hell, sometimes little things made him happy.
āGood boy.ā Mack waited a second before easing up his hold, all while watching for any move the dickhead might make to indicate he wasnāt going to go quietly.
The guy would have to be pretty stupid to try anything.
Dickhead proved to be stupider than Mack anticipated.
It was the smallest shift in posture, but Mack was skilled in reading body language. Just as the guy pivoted and drew back his fist, Mack sprung into action.
He had the guy face down on the ground, arms secured behind his back, all before the first punch was ever thrown.
Mack sighed. There was no hiding the conflict now. The others were starting to notice his knee in the back of a man whose face he was grinding into the dirt of the bar floor with one hand while holding his wrists in the other.
āNeed a little help?ā The bartenderās black pants and shoes came into Mackās line of vision.
Mack twisted his neck and glanced up. āDoes it look like I need help?ā
āNope, but if you hurt him the police are gonna get involved, then there will be reports to be filed and I aināt got the time or patience for that. So how about I take over and you can sit down and relax?ā
Mack pursed his lips. He had no dog in this fight. Heād just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. And for some reason had felt the need to get involved.
That was pretty unlike him, actually. When he was in civilian mode, usually all hell had to break loose before he bothered to take note and even think about intervening.
The bartender was right. Maybe it was time he got back to his brooding.
āWell, I would like to finish my drink.ā He shot the bartender a crooked grin.
The burly man, who probably owned the place given he was there so often, snorted out a short laugh. āYeah, I figured.ā
They swapped positions, the bartender taking over dealing with stupid ass and dragging him up off the floor.
The kid looked happy to be standing or maybe he was just grateful to be away from Mack. At this point, Mack didnāt know and couldnāt care.
Mack glanced at the girl. āYou okay?ā
She watched him for a second before nodding. āYes.ā
He dipped his head in a nod, not bothering with more conversation. He had his answer, so he turned to move back to his spot and his drink.
āWait.ā She scurried after him, arriving just as his ass hit the barstool.
He cocked one brow. āYeah?ā
āI uh wanted to say thank you.ā
āNo problem.ā He lifted one shoulder and reached for his glass.
He didnāt quite make it before she stuck her hand out to him. āIām Lydia.ā
Yes, she was cute. Yeah, he hadnāt gotten laid in far too long. But this close up, and under the light above them, his initial impressions were confirmed. She was young.
Young and naĆÆve and sweet and everything he had no interest in and no business touching.
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