Second Chance with Her SEAL
Gillian Blakely
Second Chance with Her SEAL - SEALs of Roseville #3
Boomer & Sabrina’s story
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This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, places or events is purely coincidental. Characters, events, and organizations within this work are products of the author's imagination and are used fictitiously.Let’s Hook Up ;)
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Contents
About Second Chance with Her SEAL
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
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About Second Chance with Her SEAL
David “Boomer” Jameson knows heartbreak all too well. As a child, his sun had risen and set with Sabrina Duncan. But fifteen years ago, she broke his heart after a single date.
A chance meeting sets off fireworks between them and now it’s Sabrina chasing him. She’ll do whatever it takes to earn a second chance.
There’s no way he’s letting her break his heart a second time. But that doesn’t mean he won’t enjoy her delicious body for his ultimate satisfaction.
1
This was not how Sabrina Duncan had planned for her night to go. She'd left her temporary apartment in Lawrenceville filled with anticipation at attending a Halloween party. Ghosts, goblins, witches, you name it and she’d dressed up as it at some point in her life. Halloween wasn’t just her favorite holiday, it was her favorite season.
Now that she’d left California and all those painful memories behind, she felt settled enough to start dating again. Operation Find Mr. Right was officially underway. Too bad the cutie Jillian Moore had promised to introduce her to was currently walking out the door with his arm draped over his ex’s shoulders.
Jillian, owner of Jill's Java Hut and hostess of tonight's costume party, obviously saw what had happened because she weaved her way through the thick crowd, making a bee-line for Sabrina.
From the moment they’d met, Sabrina had thought the vintage loving, fire-engine-red lipstick wearing barista reminded her of an animated movie character. Jill had gorgeous, expressive eyes and right now those eyes were darting from the front door to Sabrina and back.
“What happened?”
“His ex.” Sabrina shrugged and finished her Vampire’s Kiss cocktail. The purple concoction gave her a delightful buzz. “He couldn’t stop looking at her, so I told him to go get her.”
And while Sabrina’s hopes were dashed for the moment, excitement continued to fizz through her veins. So, he hadn’t worked out, but there were dozens of men here. Surely some of them were unattached.
“He never said… I’m so sorry, Sabrina—”
Sabrina shook her head. “No worries.”
“If I’d know he wasn’t over his ex…”
“Wasn’t meant to be. He was really nice though. If you think of anyone else, you’ve got my number.” Sabrina smiled, hoping to settle Jill’s ruffled feathers. She had a good feeling about tonight, about this town, about the changes she’d made in her life in the last six months.
While Sabrina wasn't sure a perfect guy actually existed, she was certain that somewhere out there was a man who was perfect for her. She had to believe that. Otherwise, life didn't make any sense.
“I’ll think about it,” Jill said, surveying her guests.
“Thanks. I’m going to hit the ladies room.” Sabrina made a Lord-help-me face and Jill laughed. “I had a giant sweet tea on my way here. It’s good to be back in the south where you can stand a spoon up in your glass.”
Jill’s laugh followed her to the ladies’ room.
Sabrina’s bladder obviously didn't care about things like costumes and good timing.
The second Sabrina locked herself in the bathroom stall and backed up to assume the position, there was a heart-stopping splash. She was afraid to look, knowing full well that she’d stuffed her phone into the ridiculously small back pocket of the tight black pants.
Cursing her wardrobe choice, she slapped at her pockets as she spun toward the toilet. Her phone was right where she’d put it but the safety pin on her Sassy Kitty tail had given out.
Luckily, or unluckily - depending on how you looked at it, the black strip of fur now mocked her from the porcelain toilet bowl.
Letting out a long sigh, she debated hitting the flusher. It was either that or fish out the soggy fabric.
The main bathroom door opened, and Halloween music filled the room along with the dull roar of the party goers. But before she rejoined the fray, she had a decision to make. Fish or flush?
Fish or flush?
The bolt on the next stall slid home with a thud, the universal signal for drop your draw'rs. Her bladder sent an urgent cry to her brain.
Fish, flush or walk out the door after peeing her pants. Those were her options.
Three was out. One would be too much like flushing a kitten. And what if the tail clogged the toilet? She might ruin Jill's ladies room.
No, there really was only one option here. She unbolted her door, dashed to the paper towel dispenser and yanked out a wad. She'd grown too fond of Jill's Java Hut over the last four months to let it be destroyed by a catastrophe of her own making.
Wrapping her left hand until it looked like a catcher's mitt, she held her breath and plunged into the abyss.
As soon as she snagged her quarry, she flipped the lid on the small trash can and dumped the whole lot at once. No matter how recently this bathroom had been cleaned, there was no saving that piece of her costume.
Another quick dash out to the sink, where she squeezed her thighs together as she washed her hands and she was back in the stall for a second
