SEALs of Honor: Easton
EASTON
SEALs of Honor, Book 13
Dale Mayer
Books in This Series:
Mason: SEALs of Honor, Book 1
Hawk: SEALs of Honor, Book 2
Dane: SEALs of Honor, Book 3
Swede: SEALs of Honor, Book 4
Shadow: SEALs of Honor, Book 5
Cooper: SEALs of Honor, Book 6
Markus: SEALs of Honor, Book 7
Evan: SEALs of Honor, Book 8
Mason’s Wish: SEALs of Honor, Book 9
Chase: SEALs of Honor, Book 10
Brett: SEALs of Honor, Book 11
Devlin: SEALs of Honor, Book 12
Easton: SEALs of Honor, Book 13
Ryder: SEALs of Honor, Book 14
SEALs of Honor, Books 1–3
SEALs of Honor, Books 4–6
SEALs of Honor, Books 7–10
Table of Contents
Title Page
About the Book
Complimentary Download
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
Epilogue
Author’s Note
About Heroes for Hire
Complimentary Download
About the Author
Also by Dale Mayer
Copyright Page
Back Cover
Trips to Canada’s wilderness for joint military training are something Easton always enjoys. But meeting the photographer contracted to take pictures of the base and trainees for new marketing materials adds a whole new twist to the trip.
A twist Easton quickly realizes has a dark undertone.
Summer knows she gets lost in her art to the point she’s been called ditzy, forgetful and many other less pleasant names. But her passionate nature has an outlet, and she loves traveling for her work. It also means she doesn’t always take care of herself as she should.
When she’s stalked, then attacked, Easton soon realizes Summer has stepped into something dangerous and needs his help to stay alive.
Especially when the violence escalates…and he comes close to losing the one woman he can’t seem to stay away from.
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Chapter 1
Easton Gallagher grabbed several of the large packs off the back of the plane and tossed them to the stack below. The supplies had finally arrived. They’d come in a few hours later than the personnel. They were doing a joint SERE training which would include survival and evasion, resistance and escape, but the real reason they were here was the water survival. The Canadian military was known for their water purification systems. While there, they’d be doing additional training on new drinking water convertors. He was looking forward to it. He loved the Canadians, and this country was just too beautiful to ever get tired of. That Devlin, Ryder, and Corey were beside him made it that much better. He loved his unit. These guys were the best.
Although Devlin could be a pain in the ass since he’d met Bristol. Now that he’d found somebody perfect in his world, he couldn’t resist matching up all the others. And that was the last thing Easton wanted. He’d gone that route once, and it ended one month before the wedding date. He wasn’t trying again. Her reason was valid back then, and he assumed every other woman’s would be the same as nothing in his life had changed. She couldn’t take his frequent absences, worrying he might not return. Not to mention sometimes he was gone for weeks or months at a time. She never knew when he would return—or if he’d come back alive from his dangerous missions.
Easton didn’t know how Devlin and Bristol would manage it, but Bristol was so wrapped up in her work she might not even notice. He laughed at that.
Devlin looked at him sideways. “What the hell’s so funny?”
Easton shrugged. “I wonder if Bristol even realizes you’re gone.”
Devlin gave him a wicked grin. “After last night, she’ll never forget.”
Inside Easton could feel the envy clawing at his gut. It’d been a long time since he had felt that way about anybody. Even knowing he wasn’t ready himself, he was still happy for his friend. He grabbed more gear, then carried it down the ramp and added it to the rest. As he turned, Devlin tossed him a bag that shoved him back slightly. He rolled his eyes at his buddy, grabbed the next one midair and threw them both down again.
He headed toward the big metal cases they had to unload. As he rounded a corner, a woman packing more cameras than anybody should be allowed to own, plus several bags, started down the ramp to exit the plane. He walked over to give her hand, but she turned suddenly, and a camera swung out, hitting him on the side of his face. It was hard and sharp enough that he knew it had left its mark. He stepped out of the way, ignoring the cutting pain on his cheek.
“Oh, my goodness. I’m so sorry.”
He shook his head. “Ma’am, do you need any help with all that?”
Her gaze widened. “Ma’am?” She shook her head. “My name is Summer. Summer Jones.” She held out her hand, but it was full. Looking awkward for a moment, she shuffled the items to her other hand so she could take his.
Instead he stepped back and motioned for her to go ahead. “Let’s get you off the plane.”
She beamed and said, “Thank you so much. Again, I’m sorry for hitting you with my gear.”
He groaned. “You’re not Canadian by any chance, are you?”
She laughed. “Actually I’m one of the few who has dual citizenship. I’m half-Canadian, half-American.” She stepped around him and banged him again with her bag. “I’m so sorry.”
She couldn’t seem to stop apologizing. Easton took a moment to really study her. She was small with jet-black hair forming a skullcap to outline her face, with her huge Miss Congeniality grin and massive blue eyes. He shouldn’t even be noticing such things, but she was hard to miss.
She smiled. “So sorry again.” And she disappeared.
He spun to watch as she raced down the ramp. As he did so, he caught Devlin’s eye.
“Interesting. She did smack you upside the head to get your attention. Even you should be able to see that sign.”
Easton glared at his buddy. “Her camera did that. Doesn’t count.”
Devlin’s wicked grin flashed again.
Easton grabbed one of the big two-hundred-pound gun cases and carried it out on his own. He needed to vent all his frustration on something. Hauling this should do it. Of course, once he did that, the other guys raced in to prove they could as well.
As soon as all the gear was off-loaded, they filled the back of the jeeps and drove to the main part of the base. He was looking forward to the next couple weeks. The first was in-camp work; then they’d be in the backwoods for the next. And he couldn’t wait. This wasn’t a Navy operation. He and his unit were meeting the equivalent team on the Canadian side. Friendly training, camaraderie, and information-sharing. All good fun.
Not only did the Canadians have a new gadget for making freshwater out of saltwater that they used for their humanitarian efforts all around the world, but they had a much smaller version that could be used for backwoods travel. Which meant, anytime they were stuck out at sea or where the water was less than ideal, the gadget converted it to drinking water.