The Navy Seal's Rescue

How do you save a hero?

Workaholic Cricket Shaw is a darn good lawyer—until a controversial case compromises both her ethics and her career. A long weekend in Temptation Bay, Rhode Island, for her high school reunion is the perfect escape. Sand between her toes, the sun on her skin...and a ruggedly mysterious former navy SEAL.

Except Wyatt Covack is much more than Cricket ever imagined. He’s still tormented by the lives he was responsible for and lost. The connection between them seems to take on a life of its own, a current that resists all logic. But the only way Cricket can save her SEAL is by letting go of the life she’s fought for...

“Where to?”

Wyatt and Cricket stood midway between the elevators and the outdoor deck.

“My suite?”

“Sure?”

She nodded.

He kissed her lightly, quickly. “I need to get that wine.”

She held him even as he tried to make a break for it. “That’s what room service is for.”

“Is that all?”

“For now,” she said, pulling him along until she could hit the button to go up. His arm slid just above her waist, his fingers gliding on her bare skin.

She shivered at the feeling, and when she opened her eyes, he was staring at her with so much longing it stole her breath away...

Dear Reader,

After writing over sixtysomething books for Harlequin, here it is, my very first Superromance. I have to say, it’s been a total joy to write. I loved delving so deeply into the relationships, fell madly in love with Wyatt, wanted to be just like Cricket, and I absolutely want to move to Temptation Bay...this week, please?

I got so involved in this story that I dreamed about these characters, thought about them at inconvenient times (while watching a movie—that I actually liked) and now that I’m not writing it anymore, I miss them like crazy. I keep calling my dog Baby Girl, have made myself a lobster roll because I couldn’t bear not to and, well...I truly do hope you enjoy Wyatt and Cricket’s story.

All my best,

Jo Leigh

The Navy SEAL’s Rescue

Jo Leigh

www.millsandboon.co.uk

JO LEIGH is from Los Angeles and always thought she’d end up living in Manhattan. So how did she end up in Utah in a tiny town with a terrible internet connection, being bossed around by a houseful of rescued cats and dogs? What the heck, she says, predictability is boring. Jo has written more than sixty novels for Harlequin. Find her on Twitter, @jo_leigh.

To my editor, Birgit Davis-Todd.

We’ve been partners in this journey since 1997, and we’ve worked on Temptations, Blazes, Intrigues, special series, online reads and now Superromance. She’s been my advocate, my sounding board and my trusted advisor, which makes me the luckiest Harlequin writer ever!

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

Introduction

Dear Reader

Title Page

About the Author

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Extract

Copyright

Chapter One

“MS. SHAW, YOUR weekly delivery is here. Should I send Arnold to your office?”

At the sound of Felicity’s voice coming from the intercom Jessica looked up from her laptop. Ignoring her assistant’s blatant attempt to get a rise out of her, she said, “I believe you still have tip money in the envelope I left with you.”

“I do. So would you prefer he leave the flowers with me?”

Jessica sighed. “Please.” A headache threatened from reading briefs most of the day and she wasn’t in the mood for her assistant’s teasing. Not just that, but encouraging Arnold in any way wasn’t a good idea. Ever since he’d become Jessica’s regular deliveryman, he’d had a crush on her. If you could call it that—the guy had to be in his late twenties. It hadn’t turned into anything...it wasn’t as if he was stalking her. But six months of trying to engage with her was too long.

A few minutes later she heard a light knock at her door.

“Come in, Felicity.” Jessica stood and moved last week’s flowers off the corner of her desk.

The door opened and the young woman entered, holding a glass vase filled with cheery yellow daffodils and pale green chrysanthemums. Huh. Interesting choice for the middle of June in Chicago. It did the trick, though, and boosted Jessica’s spirits.

“Sorry about earlier,” Felicity said, setting down the bouquet. “I shouldn’t have been joking around today of all days.”

“Why? Because I had only four hours sleep last night and I’m cross-eyed from reading briefs? Or did something happen that I don’t know about?”

“No.” Felicity smoothed her blue skirt. It was unusual to see her without a blazer. She tended to mimic Jessica in her manner of dress and hairstyles: conservative suits, hair pulled back in a neat twist or upswept. The staff often referred to her as mini-Jessica, only Felicity was a blonde and Jessica had dark hair. “It’s been raining steadily since this morning. You’re usually in a funk on gloomy days.”