Angelo - a second chance Navy SEAL romance

He was the one who got away. Now he's a Navy SEAL determined to protect her.

A stranger has been warning Catherine about her research. At least, a weekend wedding in Newport promises a much needed escape.

But when she comes face to face with Angelo DeMarchis, that illusion shatters.

Had she ever gotten over him?


Navy SEAL corpsman Angelo has needed this leave for a long time. But when he runs into Catherine and learns she's in danger, plans change.

He has ten days to make sure she's safe.

He won't let anyone get to her.

This time he's playing for keeps.

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Angelo:

"Would you like to dance?"

Silence ticked like a grenade. Why had Angelo barked out that invitation to the bridesmaid without even introducing himself? He wouldn't blame her if she shot him down like he was hit by an RPG.

"Sure." She smiled and took his hand.

A sizzling sensation rippled through him. Why? He couldn't identify why it affected him and that was unnerving. He led them onto the dance floor and wrapped his free hand around her waist, moving them into the dance. She felt so good in his arms.

He forced himself to play it cool. "I'm Angelo. Friend of the groom's family. What's your name?"

She faltered, and he held her closer to break her fall.

"Whoa, heels and a dress. Never understood how women could walk in them."


Catherine:

Angelo didn't recognize her? What the...

Her mind swarmed with racing thoughts as she tried not to reveal her humiliation.

This wedding had morphed from semi-awkward to nightmarish. First, the stranger warning her about her research had contacted her on social media. And now--Angelo.

Emotions roiled through her as the past crashed with the present. When he'd first pulled her close, she'd barely been able to breathe, the heat from his body affecting her so.

She shouldn't let a simple dance rattle her.

But there was nothing simple about it. Angelo was the one who got away.

As he led her on this dance, the connection between them simmered. Heat, vibrant and powerful, radiated through her body. She'd just danced with the groomsman she'd been paired with, and in comparison, it was almost clinical. No sparks. Nothing like dancing with Angelo...

In the ten years since he'd enlisted, she'd wondered if she'd amplified her feelings beyond what had been reality. Being in his arms, they all came rushing back. It was real. It had always been.

Until he admitted he didn't know who she was. Ouch. Humiliation hit her hard, twisting inside her with a burn that intensified with each excruciating moment. Being overlooked hit one of her sore spots, since the quiet, brainy ones like her were often invisible.

She stole a glance at his profile as they danced and her heartbeat quickened. His lips were just inches from hers. He was close enough to kiss.

Or slap.

Right, she needed to crawl out of this embarrassing situation with some dignity.

How could she make him squirm?