Charlie Foxtrot Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Code 11-KPD SWAT #5)

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Funny, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Code 11-KPD SWAT Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 71090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
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I’d yet to experience a blister, but I was fairly sure it’d happen sooner or later.

“Here,” Blake said, handing me the sleeve that held the pin onto my leg.

“Thanks,” I said, slipping it on carefully to discourage any air bubbles. “Where do you want to go eat?”

As I continued the process of getting dressed, I watched her carefully.

She was wearing red and white tights, a blue jean skirt, and a bright blue shirt that said, One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish on it.

Then she started to braid her hair.

“What are you wearing?” I asked.

There was a smile in my voice that I couldn’t hide, and she tossed a grin over her shoulder at me.

“It’s officially Dr. Seuss day,” she told me.

“You’re allowed to wear that to work?” I clarified.

She nodded. “It wasn’t my idea to dress like this. But I’ll do it. I have no problem looking dorky. It’s only if you have a problem with going out to eat with me in this.”

I shrugged and pulled the pants on that I’d set out the night before.

Then pulled on my shoes.

“Do you think if you asked them if you could buy only one shoe, they’d allow you to?” She questioned, causing me to look up.

“I highly doubt it, to be honest.”

“Well maybe ask them if you can have it for half price…since, you know, you’re not going to use the other shoe,” she offered.

I winked. “I think I can handle paying for two shoes.”

She shrugged. “I’ll bet they give a military discount.”

I gave her a pointed look. “I can handle it. And how’d we get to talking about shoes, anyway? How much longer do we have before I need to take you to work?”

She spun around, surprise evident on her face. “Why would I need you to take me to work?”

I shook my head. “You had somebody break into your house, and a drive by shooting aimed at your house. I’m sorry, but you’ll just have to deal with me taking you to work unless you want me to start getting forceful.”

She held up her hands in mock horror.

“Ooooo!” She sang sarcastically.

I vaulted out of bed, catching her around the hips before she could even make it to the bedroom doorway.

“Eeek!” She squealed as I picked her up and tossed her over my shoulder.

She laughed breathlessly.

“Put me down, you big oaf!”

“Yes, ma’am!”

Then I threw her across the room, relishing in the scream that came out of her mouth before she hit the bed.

“You’re so dead,” she declared a few minutes later after I got out of the bathroom.

“You haven’t moved yet,” I said, walking over to the closet and pulling my Kevlar vest out.

I turned and watched her watch me as I put my vest on, her eyes studied my movements as I fit the vest to where it’d sit most comfortably.

“My daddy’s is black,” she said.

I nodded. “My department issued one is, too. But I’ve taken a liking to this one.”

“Why? It looks kind of ratty, to be honest,” she said, sitting up onto her elbows, letting her feet hang off the bed as she did so.

I pointed to the signature in the bottom right corner of my vest.

“I got this one about three years ago. It was my last year as a SEAL,” I explained. “That’s my brother’s signature. I did the same for him. It was stupid,” I shrugged. “But I’m a superstitious man. I use what I know will work.”

“You don’t trust the ones you got from the police department?” She asked, standing up all the way.

She really did look ridiculous, but she looked pretty hot, too.

“Yes, I do. It’s just not mine.” I hesitated before sitting down on the bed. “Are you sure you’re allowed to wear that to work?”

She grinned. “I guess we’ll see.”

***

Blake

I slipped out of the truck, landing on my feet with a slight thunk.

My feet crunched in the gravel as I turned to close the door.

Foster was just rounding the truck when the first person saw what I was wearing.

“I shouldn’t have worn this,” I muttered to myself.

“What’d you say?” Foster asked as he met me on my side of his truck.

I didn’t say anything as I turned to face the man walking towards us.

If you could call him a man at all.

“Hey,” David said. “I’m glad to see that you’re okay.”

I shrugged and turned to walk into the building, more than ready to get away from the stupid man in front of me.

The one at my back, though, was a different story.

I could stay in his arms all day long.

He also did really well at keeping me from wanting to punch David in the nose. Mostly by distracting me, and distract me he did once we reached the top of the steps.

I hadn’t realized that he’d followed me as close as he had, because the moment my hand touched the door handle, it was suddenly gone.

Then, as if in a real life Disney movie, he swept me up into his arms and kissed me silly.

I whore moaned, leaning into him and threading my arms around his neck.

My fingers buried in what little hair he had, and the feel of his gun digging into my hip did nothing to my raging libido that was on hyper drive after last night

“Have a good shift,” he said breathlessly. “I’ll see you when you get off. Don’t go out for lunch.”

With that, he dropped me to my feet, walked to the door, and ushered me inside.

Dazedly, I walked inside, not surprised in the least to find the entire station oohing and ahhing over our display.

“That a boy, Crush!” Someone yelled from the back of the station.

Foster didn’t acknowledge anyone, as was his way.

I, on the other hand, said hi to at least fifteen people before I finally made it back to dispatch offices.

“That was some show!” Pauline crowed the moment I walked inside.

I shook my head.

“How’d you even see it?” I asked.

“Get to work, ladies,” an annoyed man’s voice said from the doorway.


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