Page 5 of A SEAL's Legacy
"That will be Amos." Her face lights up. "Our eldest son is just home from deployment."
A car door slams, followed by quick footsteps. Then the front door opens, and a moment later a man strides into the dining room.
He's broad-shouldered, like his father. His sandy blond hair falls over his forehead, and there's a hint of stubble on his squarejaw. He bursts into the room with a magnetic energy that has everyone standing up taller.
His stormy blue eyes fix on his mother, a frown set on his face. "Did you get the paternity test? Do we know if the kid is Jake’s?"
I bristle at his words. It seems not everyone in the family is as kind as Shona.
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AMOS
I've arrived just in time. I knew my mother's soft heart would have her taking in the boy before checking that he's Jake's. I hope the boy is Jake's, but we need to proceed with caution.
"Have you got a DNA test?"
I keep my gaze on mom ignoring the stranger seated at the table, hunched over her laptop.
"I presume you are Amos." I feel the woman’s gaze on me, but I’m trying to read Mom’s expression to see if she’s still hopeful, which will mean they haven’t done the test yet.
"I'm Jake's oldest brother, and we need to see a paternity test before we agree to anything."
"Amos." Mom grips the back of a chair and shoots me an admonishing look. "Alana's been telling us all about Jake's son. The poor boy just lost his mother."
I lower my head because once again, my mother is right. A kid has just lost his mother, and I feel for the little guy; he needsa home. But I have to make sure Mom's hope that he's Jake's doesn't override her common sense.
"Just because someone put Jake's name on a birth certificate doesn't mean he's Jake's."
The woman pushes her chair away from the table and stands up. She turns slowly toward me, and I get a good look at her for the first time.
My breath catches in my chest and the words still in my throat as my gaze racks up her curvy figure.
She wears a skirt that clings to her hips and a blouse that's pulled tight across her chest. Her thick hair cascades around her shoulders, and she peers at me with deep brown eyes behind a pair of wide-rimmed glasses. After six months of deployment, this civilian is like a long drink of cool water, and I'm extremely thirsty.
I stare at her as throat goes dry and my body heats. My mind goes blank as my gaze settles on her lips, plump and kissable and pulled into a grim line that makes my dick twitch to life.
She juts her chin out and narrows her eyes at me. "I've been having a civilized conversation with your family, and I'd like to keep it that way."
I stare at her, not believing the attitude. I've come from the field where I bark out orders and my team follows my commands, no questions. But the first civilian I come across, and she's challenging me. It makes my dick thicken, and I shift to stand behind the chair.
I need to get a grip. I've been away too long if the first female I see causes this reaction.
Ed grunts, and I glance up to find him smirking at me. The fucker says a lot for someone who can't talk.
"Would anyone like more pie?" Mom's voice is feeble in her attempt to diffuse the situation. I glance across the table, and she's gripping the back of the chair so hard her knuckles are white.
I've come in here all guns blazing, and the last thing I want to do is upset Mom. Or pick a fight with the cute caseworker.
I hold my hands up. "I'm sorry. I'm happy to keep things civilized. I just want proof that the boy is Jake’s."
The woman—Alana is what Mom called her—glares at me, and I try not to look at the way her chest heaves up and down in anger.
I'm here to figure out if the poor kid is Jake's. I can explore this attraction later.
"Of course. We always recommend doing a paternity test." The woman sits down and pulls her laptop toward her. She types something fast, no doubt making notes about what a grumpy ass I am.
"Without the father here, it will have to be one of the family that provides the sample."
