Saving the Seal: A BWWM Navy Seal Interracial Romance (17 page)

For a moment, the man merely stared at her – and for a split second she feared he didn’t recognize her. But then, Owen’s eyes cleared. They regained their lake-hued gleam before ire colored them darkly. “Genevieve, what are you doing here?”

“Look at this.” She shoved the sheaf of papers between them, urging him to read it. “
Look!
”

Frowning, Owen plucked the pages from her grip, glancing from her to the paperwork. “What is this?”

Genevieve shook her head. “Just read it. Before you get on that plane.”

Casting her a wary glance, the man began to scan over the documents he held. While at first he appeared disinterested, his eyes widened further and further. By the time he was halfway through the stack, he cast them aside in disgust, the documents fluttering to the ground as he stared down at the woman in disbelief. “
Christ
, Genevieve…is that…is it…”

“It’s the reason they’re sending you back.” She spoke over the hum of the plane starting up behind them. “Kant doesn’t care about you, Owen. He doesn’t care about your well-being and he’s certainly not safeguarding your mental health…and the admiral…” She didn’t even know how to start.

That was something she, from her lowly position, could not touch.

And so, she wouldn’t. Instead, she would remind Owen of what she had taught him. Of what they had learned together. “You don’t have to do this, Owen. You don’t need to be there. This mission will succeed with or without you. Give yourself more time, please. Give…give
us
time.”

Genevieve had to cast her pride aside, she realized that now. Perhaps none of this would have happened if she’d simply let Owen know how much she cared about him before it was too late. At his lost expression, she reached up to cup his face. “I’m sorry, Owen. I know I’m not the best at speaking my mind. It’s my job to listen to others do that. As much as I care for your mental wellbeing, you need to understand that’s not the end of it. I care for
all
of you. I want to watch you triumph over your demons, and when you’re ready, I want you to do whatever makes you happy – even if that includes returning to active duty.” She stood on her toes to press her lips lightly to his as tears welled in her eyes. “I love you…and all I want is for you to be whole.”

Owen hesitated only a scant few seconds before crushing her to him. His mouth slanted over hers, deepening their kiss and stoking a fire in her that she hadn’t missed until she’d found it absent. Around them, the lieutenant’s fellow SEALs whistled and clapped as the hole in Genevieve’s heart filled once more.

When she finally gazed back, she was met with the familiar smirk of the man she adored. “I love you too, Doc.” He kissed her again, lingeringly, and the young woman found herself blushing with the intensity of it.

“Owen,” she managed to pull away, swallowing the lust that rose in her as she glanced around them. “You can’t get on this plane.”

“I won’t.” He promised her with conviction. “But that’s going to ruffle a lot of feathers, Gen.”

The young woman shot him a nervous smile as she contemplated the road that lie ahead of them. Kant had to answer for what he’d done, and the admiral…well…that was another matter entirely. “I’m used to ruffling feathers.” She assured him. “Trust me. Kant will get what’s coming to him.”

Owen’s gaze darkened. “And so will the admiral. You have my word on that.” Genevieve nodded solemnly, and then, despite the gravity of the situation, her lips curved into an elated smile. The man she loved was in her arms again. They had a hell of a fight ahead of them, but she was confident that they could handle anything – as long as they stuck together. “But if we’re going to do this, Genny,” his expression utterly serious, the man drew her close once more, his green eyes burning into hers. “You have to promise me one thing.”

“Anything.” She’d never leave his side again. Not as long as she lived and breathed.

“That you’re mine…and you’ll always be mine.”

A lot of shit was about to hit the fan – but in the midst of all of that, Owen wanted to make a commitment to her. A commitment she never dreamed she’d experience. Drawing his mouth down to hers once more, she closed her eyes, relishing in his nearness.

“Always, Owen.
Always
.”

It was going to be one hell of a ride.

About the Author

Hello,
So this is the part where I'm supposed to talk about myself. I write so many stories but I often I have a hard time telling my own. Funny how that works.
My name is Cristina Grenier and I have been writing stories for as long as I could remember . I'm a sucker for romance. I draw from past experiences and from others around me when I write. I enjoy creating characters that everyone can relate to.
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