Wet For Her Warriors (Book 5 of the WILD -- Warriors Intense in Love & Domination -- Boys of Special Forces) by Angel Payne

clarified.
    “Only Tait,” he
supplied.
    “You’re
brothers? But your last names—”
    “Are different.
And our parents. And our upbringings.” He returned her stare with steady
conviction. “Doesn’t matter. He’s my brother. We’ve shed enough blood and tears
together to make it true in the eyes of any god you throw in the mix.”
    She absorbed
that statement in silence, choosing to convey her acceptance of it by mirroring
his quiet strength. A couple of minutes went by, filled with the velvety
crashes of the waves and the soft song of the wind, before she spoke again.
“Who’s Luna?” When he didn’t answer right away, she added, “Does she have
anything to do with why Franz let you two stay at his place?”
    He funneled all
his focus on her before replying. “That’s not a typical thing for him, is it?
Letting people stay there, let alone a couple of guys from his team?”
    “Not typical,”
she echoed. “Yeah, you could say that. As in never.”
    “ Never ?”
    “It’s not a
vacation rental for him, Sergeant. It’s where he grew up, his heritage. Like
all of this is for me.”
    “So no wonder
you thought T and I had rolled in with Benson.” There was a smile in his voice.
It grew as he muttered, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
    How had he seen
her new flush? The moon was nearly full tonight, but both their flashlights
were off. He’s also the guy in charge of shooting things from hundreds of
yards away. He can probably spot a ladybug on the hibiscus from here .
    She tried to
laugh off her discomfort. “You didn’t exactly come calling in your Mess Dress,
bearing apple pie and a meatloaf.”
    “Would’ve made
it much harder for you to get me naked.”
    So much for the
laugh. She groaned and ducked her head. “Gods. I am sorry.”
    “Don’t be. I
make shitty apple pie. My meat loaf, on the other hand, has been called ‘the
mighty beast cake of Odin’ by its fans.” All too quickly, he sobered, as well.
“Too bad I was busy trying to talk my friend out of turning his bloodstream
into the Grey Goose river.”
    “And that
woman—Luna—has something to do with all of it?”
    He didn’t reply
before taking a deep breath and releasing it with slow care. “Luna Lawrence was
a special agent on an FBI team that worked with us on a mission in Los Angeles
last year. She and T-Bomb went full throttle on the bonding-in-the-face-of-danger
ride.”
    “So they were
involved?”
    He tick-tocked
his head, once right, once left. “That’s the tactful way of putting it.”
    “What’s the
not-so-tactful way?”
    His lips
compressed. “Not everyone on the team approved of Luna working on the op.
Her…situation…was a little complicated. She’d had some trouble with the law and
was ‘on loan’ to us from the Washington state penal system.”
    “Wow.”
    “Wow is pretty
accurate. Wasn’t exactly orthodox, but sometimes you do what it takes and hire
who you must to get the job done. As you can guess, there was friction. But Tait’s
always had a thing about sticking up for the little guy. In this case, it was
the misunderstood little girl.”
    Lani let her
eyebrows drop as her confusion rose. His baritone kept the needle pinned right
down the middle lane of neutrality. “Well, was she?” she asked.
    “Was she what?”
    “Misunderstood?”
    His chin rose as
he clearly gave his reply some thought. “Yeah. I think she was. Of course, that
only fed into T’s Prince Charming complex. Anything to be the guy who saved the
day.”
    A memory flashed
at her. The moment Bommer had trotted up to her in the garden in his briefs,
panting like the happiest puppy on earth. I’ve beat aside the rose bush
dragon…my lady . Though he’d been half obliterated, he’d also been pretty
cute. Sensing Rush didn’t share her sympathy for Bommer’s gallant streak, at
least not now, she kept her thoughts to herself and pushed on.
    “You’re
referring to her in the past tense.” She let her