Page 8 of A Very Grumpy Navy SEAL

“Me, too.What are you hungry for?”

“There’s a bakery a block west of here.I was going to check it out.”

“I’ll join you.”

We head downstairs, and I take her hand and lead her toward my car.

“We can walk.It’s so nice out,” she says, smiling at the sunrise.

I nod, and we head down the sidewalk toward the bakery.

“How did you sleep?”Lula asks after a minute.

“Um, good,” I lie.

“Yeah?”

I nod, staring straight ahead.“How about you?”

“Pretty good.I spent a few hours looking for jobs and places to live.”

“Any luck?”

“Not really.I put my resume in at a few places.Hopefully, I’ll hear back soon.”

“Fingers crossed,” I say as we stop outside the bakery.

It smells delicious, and Lula’s stomach growls as I hold the door open for her.

“Welcome!”a redheaded woman calls as she loads pastries into the display case.

Lula smiles.“Morning.”

“Let me know when you’re ready to order,” the woman says.

Lula bends to look at all the options in the case.I do my best to keep my eyes on the pastries and not on Lula’s ass.

“What looks good to you?”she asks.

You.

“Um, I think I’ll do the cinnamon roll.”

“Okay.Can we get a cinnamon roll, a cheese Danish, and a blueberry muffin, please?”Lula orders.She turns to me.“Did you want a coffee?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, and two coffees.”

“Coming right up!”the redhead says.

I shake my head as Lula pulls out her wallet.“I’ve got it.”

“You paid for the hotel rooms.I can buy us breakfast.”

“Not a chance, bunny.”

“Bunny?”She raises an eyebrow, and a smile tugs at the corner of her lips.

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