Still Her SEAL (ASSIGNMENT: Caribbean Nights Book 10) by Anne Marsh Page A
Authors: Anne Marsh
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rescue department), but she hadn’t recognized the long-term potential in him for ages. She’d once told him that he was like a loaner car—beat up, dinged and dented from serial bad drivers, and easy to share with girlfriends. Yeah. It took him a long time to dig himself out from that one, and then he’d compounded his mistake by agreeing to pose as Vali’s fiancé. It’s hard to go from fake to real. Ask me how I know.
Finn beats out another symphony on my dashboard. “How long’s it gonna take?”
If the ball is in Hindi’s court, the divorce ought to happen about when I turn eighty. “If we both show up on time and sign shit at the first available opportunity? Three months from start to finish. If we find shit to fight about, could be as long as a year.”
“So spend some time with her, have sex if you’re both feeling it.”
“We’re getting a divorce, not dating. Both words begin with the letter D, but they’re different end games.” I keep the dumb ass to myself as I turn off the highway and down the private road that connects Search and SEALs’ private island with the rest of the Florida Keys. Finn’s vocabulary isn’t the real issue here.
“I know.” Finn leans forward, staring out the windshield like he’s expecting the Promised Land to come into view. Must be expecting Vali at his place tonight, lucky bastard. Vali’s a good woman. “But I can’t remember the last time you hooked up with anyone.”
“I didn’t realize you were in charge of my sex life.” I consider slowing down just to fuck with him, but I get his eagerness. He’s got everything waiting for him at his place—why shouldn’t he want to get there fast?
“Sex is awesome.” Yeah. The big grin splitting Finn’s face is plenty of testimony. “You should try it. Put out some and loosen up.”
“Some of us don’t think with our dicks.” Okay. I don’t. That apparently makes me a minority of one, because Finn snorts.
“You’ve got unfinished business. I can sense it.”
So what if the attraction’s still there? I need to stay the hell away from Hindi Alvarez. Which is, of course, exactly why I told her she was in charge of our divorce. You’d think I’d have learned my lesson from her first attempt at breaking up with me.
I stop the Jeep in front of Finn’s place. The lights are on in his bungalow, and doughnuts to dollars, Vali’s waiting for him. And it’s not that I’m jonesing to be married or quite as settled as Finn and Vali are, but they’ve got something and I’m not such a closed-off dick that I can’t admit it. They fit together, and more importantly, their lives fit together. When he walks through that door, he’s got someone waiting for him and Vali’s really fucking special. No rescue in the world could beat that feeling. I mean, I love my job and together we make the best team… but there’s got to be more to life. Someone more.
Finn’s found someone to rescue him from loneliness, and I’m jealous. Yeah. Not a nice feeling to own up to, but it’s the truth. Finn deserves every moment he gets with Vali, but I’d like a shot at that too. Someone to rescue me. To fill the emptiness and make me feel alive. And that’s a tall order, not one I can just waltz up to the next woman I meet and place. I mean, I’m like that guy, the one who phones in a Chinese take-out order large enough to feed an entire SEAL team (and we have big appetites) and then wants the delivery boy to somehow fit all those cartons and bags in the teeny-tiny milk crate strapped to the back of the delivery Vespa. Some shit’s gonna get left behind or fall off on the way. I’m asking for way too much.
And while I’m riding the bad metaphor train, Hindi and I were the right order at the wrong time or place. Chow mein at breakfast or stone-cold egg foo yong. The potential for an awesome, kick-ass meal was there, but we got the timing all wrong and ended up in the trash—and I kinda want a do-over.
I’m not
Finn beats out another symphony on my dashboard. “How long’s it gonna take?”
If the ball is in Hindi’s court, the divorce ought to happen about when I turn eighty. “If we both show up on time and sign shit at the first available opportunity? Three months from start to finish. If we find shit to fight about, could be as long as a year.”
“So spend some time with her, have sex if you’re both feeling it.”
“We’re getting a divorce, not dating. Both words begin with the letter D, but they’re different end games.” I keep the dumb ass to myself as I turn off the highway and down the private road that connects Search and SEALs’ private island with the rest of the Florida Keys. Finn’s vocabulary isn’t the real issue here.
“I know.” Finn leans forward, staring out the windshield like he’s expecting the Promised Land to come into view. Must be expecting Vali at his place tonight, lucky bastard. Vali’s a good woman. “But I can’t remember the last time you hooked up with anyone.”
“I didn’t realize you were in charge of my sex life.” I consider slowing down just to fuck with him, but I get his eagerness. He’s got everything waiting for him at his place—why shouldn’t he want to get there fast?
“Sex is awesome.” Yeah. The big grin splitting Finn’s face is plenty of testimony. “You should try it. Put out some and loosen up.”
“Some of us don’t think with our dicks.” Okay. I don’t. That apparently makes me a minority of one, because Finn snorts.
“You’ve got unfinished business. I can sense it.”
So what if the attraction’s still there? I need to stay the hell away from Hindi Alvarez. Which is, of course, exactly why I told her she was in charge of our divorce. You’d think I’d have learned my lesson from her first attempt at breaking up with me.
I stop the Jeep in front of Finn’s place. The lights are on in his bungalow, and doughnuts to dollars, Vali’s waiting for him. And it’s not that I’m jonesing to be married or quite as settled as Finn and Vali are, but they’ve got something and I’m not such a closed-off dick that I can’t admit it. They fit together, and more importantly, their lives fit together. When he walks through that door, he’s got someone waiting for him and Vali’s really fucking special. No rescue in the world could beat that feeling. I mean, I love my job and together we make the best team… but there’s got to be more to life. Someone more.
Finn’s found someone to rescue him from loneliness, and I’m jealous. Yeah. Not a nice feeling to own up to, but it’s the truth. Finn deserves every moment he gets with Vali, but I’d like a shot at that too. Someone to rescue me. To fill the emptiness and make me feel alive. And that’s a tall order, not one I can just waltz up to the next woman I meet and place. I mean, I’m like that guy, the one who phones in a Chinese take-out order large enough to feed an entire SEAL team (and we have big appetites) and then wants the delivery boy to somehow fit all those cartons and bags in the teeny-tiny milk crate strapped to the back of the delivery Vespa. Some shit’s gonna get left behind or fall off on the way. I’m asking for way too much.
And while I’m riding the bad metaphor train, Hindi and I were the right order at the wrong time or place. Chow mein at breakfast or stone-cold egg foo yong. The potential for an awesome, kick-ass meal was there, but we got the timing all wrong and ended up in the trash—and I kinda want a do-over.
I’m not
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