Redeeming The Billionaire Seal

Redeeming The Billionaire Seal
Lauren Canan

Can a billionaire SEAL find love in the arms of a hometown girl?When navy SEAL Chance Masters returns to his Texas ranch, he can’t wait for his next assignment. Civilian life doesn’t suit him anymore. But then he runs into Holly Anderson. The young girl he remembers is all grown up and raising her baby niece.Soon Chance gets close to Holly and the child—too close. The situation sends up red flags; it feels like family. After what he’s seen in the line of duty, Chance can’t let himself get attached. But will Holly teach him that you can come home again?

How she wanted to kiss him. Right here. Right now. Right or wrong.

She couldn’t think of a better place for something she’d waited a lifetime to do. Moving closer to him, her focus dropped to his mouth.

“Holly.” He shook his head.

“What?”

“This is not a good idea.” His voice was rough.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” But her focus remained on his lips, which had haunted her for over a decade, now a mere breath away.

“Yeah. You do.” But despite his hesitation, he reached up and smoothed some strands of her hair back from her face. He caught her hair in his fist and gently pulled her toward him. His mouth touched hers, gently, tentatively … But then he drew back, making her heart cry out. He watched her, carefully, intently.

“It’s just a kiss,” she whispered. She could hear the pleading in her own voice.

“We both know it’s a hell of a lot more than that.”

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Redeeming the Billionaire SEAL is part of Mills & Boon Desire’s No 1 bestselling series, Billionaires and Babies: Powerful men … wrapped around their babies’ little fingers

Redeeming the Billionaire SEAL

Lauren Canan

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

LAUREN CANAN has always been in love with love. When she began writing, stories of romance and unbridled passion flowed through her fingers onto the page. Today she is a multi-award-winning author, including the prestigious Romance Writers of America Golden Heart

Award. She lives in Texas with her own real-life hero, four dogs and a mouthy parrot named Bird.

She loves to hear from readers. Find her on Facebook or go to her website, www.laurencanan.com (http://www.laurencanan.com).

This book is dedicated to Laurel Hamrick for the endless support and the many hours she gave so willingly. And to Kathleen for her patience and determination to make this story the best it can be. And to my closest friends (you know who you are!) who provided so much support when it was needed the most.

Contents

Cover (#u611503f8-df9e-5e33-bfd1-da3bf7d5e345)

Introduction (#ua5413747-209a-5dcc-a9c4-e593a5420b1a)

Title Page (#ube412623-2c04-54d8-b162-5dcea5be45e8)

About the Author (#uef49207d-9246-5481-8d2c-ee7a30f40bf9)

Dedication (#u360a6c04-de69-5e9d-b02b-a41c881365cf)

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Nine

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Thirteen

Epilogue

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Watching a newborn foal rise to its feet for the first time was a sight Holly Anderson would never tire of seeing. With a few staggered steps and some encouragement from its mother, the foal located its dinner bucket and didn’t have to be shown how to latch on to her first meal. The fluffy little tail flipped and turned as the warm nourishment filled her tummy.

“I thought we were going to lose this one,” said Don Jefferies, owner of the mare that had just given birth with considerable help from Holly. “I’ve been raising quarter horses most of my life and I guess I’ve been lucky. I’ve never had to deal with a breech birth.”

“They don’t happen that often,” Holly agreed. “Thank goodness.”

“I can’t say how much I appreciate you, Doc.”

“Glad I could help.” Holly took one last glimpse at the foal before stepping out into the hallway as Don closed the stall door behind her. She began gathering her implements, then walked to the truck and dumped them into a white bucket filled with a special cleaning solution. “I should come back out and check them both in two or three days. I’ll need someone here to contain Mother. She’s probably not going to like having her baby kidnapped for a few minutes.”

“No worries. I’ll call your office tomorrow, schedule a time and make sure someone is around to help if I can’t be here myself.”

With a final handshake, Holly tossed the last of her gear in the holding compartment in the back of her truck, climbed in behind the wheel and headed back to the clinic. The sun had set and twilight was quickly folding into night.