Ranger's Baby Surprise (Special Forces Elite 2)

She brushed her blond hair from her face. The rest was pulled back high off her neck.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t looking.” But I was now. I was checking out every inch of her. She wasn’t dressed like the others. It looked like she had run here from a yoga class.

She shrugged off my apology. “Sorry, I was a little rude. It’s fine.”

“Let me buy you a drink.” It popped out of my mouth before I could think about what I was saying.

She looked at me quizzically. “I’m fine, really. No damage done.”

“But I want to apologize. What do you like? It’s on me.”

She pinched her lips together and I noticed how lush and full they were. God, she was perfect.

She shook her head. “Really. It’s not that big a deal.”

“I insist.” I pressed my fingers to her wrist and heard a sigh escape those damn sinful lips of hers.

Her eyes flashed to mine. “All right. But only one. That’s all.”

“That’s all I’m offering.” I grinned. “Wait here.” I led her to the table where I had been sitting with Wes only a few seconds ago. “What’s your poison of choice?”

“Vodka tonic.”

“Got it.” I maneuvered toward the bar and threw a fifty in front of the bartender.

He poured a bourbon for me and a vodka tonic with a lime wedge for the girl. I walked back to the table. She shifted in her seat, and her loose shirt slid from her collarbone down her arm. Seeing a woman’s shoulder had never made my mouth water like that before.

She pinched the collar and repositioned it. “Thank you.”

I noticed how long and delicate her fingers were when she picked up the glass.

“It’s the least I could do. Are you sure you aren’t hurt?”

I’d knocked bigger men than me to their asses at the line of scrimmage. It couldn’t have felt good when I rammed into her.

“I don’t think I’ll have any bruises.” She brought the edge of the glass to her mouth.

I didn’t know what in the hell I was doing. I was getting ready to take my third shot and I was sitting with the most gorgeous girl in the place. I couldn’t blame Wes for any of it. He may have planted an idea in my head, but I was doing this all on my own.

I had already started a countdown of how long I had until the team meeting, or if I pushed it back farther—kickoff.

After all, the season didn’t start until tomorrow.

4

Natalia

This was unbelievable. I waited at the table while Mr. Sex on a Stick bought a vodka drink for me. What was I doing? I could handle flirting. I was used to it. As a Warrior Goddess, I had more numbers crammed in my hand as I walked through the tunnel than a stripper had one-dollar bills. So why was I suddenly letting this guy with piercing gray eyes trap me with a typical bar

pick up line?

He had no idea I was standing there when he almost knocked me to the floor. I was impressed how quickly he reached for me. With one arm, he had me on my toes. I was more enamored with his wall of a chest. Holy hell.

I wasn’t that kind of girl. I wasn’t that kind of Goddess. I waved at Heather. She was talking to some guy with a tattoo crawling down both arms. She smiled and her eyes went right back to him. At least someone knew I had arrived, and I couldn’t be blamed if we lost tomorrow night. I had officially fulfilled my Goddess obligation for the season. I had been on the squad for four months, and I still didn’t feel like it was home yet. I didn’t know that it ever would.

God, I was fed up with all of it. The traditions. The guilt. The embarrassment.

“How’s the drink?” he asked.