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Navy Seal To The Rescue

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2019
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Travis grunted, hoping Manny would take that as an affirmative and go.

No such luck.

Instead, the other guy squatted in the sand next to the hammock and grinned.

“You gonna party like a wild thing, yes? Lots to choose from tonight, Hawk. There’s a bonfire at the big hotel, a band tuning at Lolo’s and the dancing is already kicking over at the Catfish bar.”

Not too long ago, he’d have hit all three party spots in a single night. All three and more.

But that was then.

“No, thanks.”

“You really should have some fun. Loosen up and have a good time.”

“I’m close enough to Lolo’s to hear the music,” Travis pointed out, gesturing to the bar on the other side of the small dune. “I’ll join in if I feel like it.”

“You always say that, but you don’t look so good.” With an assessing look somewhere between doubt and pity, Manny shook his head. “My instructions, they’re to watch out for you. You’re healing okay. Good food, good rest, it helps. But good spirits, that’d turn the tide.”

“My spirits are fine,” Travis said somberly.

“Paulo, he’s gonna call me tomorrow. What am I supposed to say to him when he asks how you’re doing? I’ll tell him you won’t party, you barely eat, he’s gonna be peeved.”

Peeved, Travis rolled his eyes, but had to admit—if only to himself—that peeved was the perfect word for Paulo. The chief petty officer didn’t get pissed, he never threw fits, he was the perfect gentleman. Some would say a goody-goody, but only if those some hadn’t ever watched him eviscerate an enemy combatant.

Still...

“I don’t need a babysitter.”

“No? Then you need a friend. A lady friend, maybe.”

The sexy blonde’s face flashed through Travis’s mind. She was definitely the kind of friend he’d like to show a good time. For a night, or in her case, two or three.

“I’m fine. I’m gonna eat this good fish, then get some rest.”

“You want me to hang out? Visit and keep you company while you eat. Save you cleaning the dish afterward, cuz I’ll just take it back to Glory to wash.”

“It’s a paper plate,” Travis pointed out. Then, because he knew the man wasn’t going to budge off his damned babysitting duties, Travis made a show of snapping up the plate. He uncovered it, and using his fingers, he snagged a chunk of fish. Spices exploded on his tongue, the flavor reminding his stomach of the good ole days, when he’d liked to eat.

“It’s great, man. Tell Glory thanks for me.”

“You’ll eat it all?”

As much to assure the guy as to get him to leave, Travis tossed back the rest and handed back the plate.

“Yum.”

It took a few more prods to convince Manny that he was fine, he was full, he was comfortable and yes, he would get some sleep. But finally, the guy took his paper plate and left.

Leaving Travis alone with the sound of partyers in the distance, and the ocean nearby. As the moon climbed higher in the sky, he watched the waves with eyes that must have been as empty as his soul felt. For what seemed like the hundredth time in the last month, he wondered if recovery at the beach had been a mistake. He’d had friends offer him their cabins in the mountains, a trip to a ranch in Colorado, a condo in Vegas and a high-rise in Manhattan. He could have—should have—crashed at any of them. Instead, here he was watching the one true love of his life.

The ocean, the sea.

For all her fickle whims, all her changeable moods, she was power. She was life.

Some might say that she’d tried to kill him, but Travis figured that just proved she had a dark side.

And watching her from a hammock on a sunset beach was as good a way to heal as any, he supposed.

* * *

Lila loved the job she’d created. She really did.

Here she sat in a deeply cushioned lounge chair, her hair loose, a tray on her lap to hold her computer and a frothy drink, complete with pink umbrella at her elbow. Despite the setting sun, the air was warm and the beach quiet as the sun worshippers had gone in for dinner and the partyers hadn’t yet gathered.

It really was a great job, she reminded herself as she sucked up more Caribbean Punch through an icy straw.

But, holy cow, where was she going to find a female blacksmith? Specifically one with public speaking skills, an affinity for children and a desire to travel with an educational troupe for a year. Scrolling through the database on her laptop, she scanned for any name that’d spark an idea.

But blacksmiths weren’t exactly plentiful in the circles Lila traveled in. So she’d expand them, she decided.

Still, maybe Corinne was right. Matchmaking might be easier. But Lila had less faith in the longevity of love than she did in her ability to track down a buff chick that liked to beat fire and steel.

“Ms. Adrian?”

Her fingers pausing on the keys of her laptop, Lila looked up with a smile. “Yes?”

“Phone for you, ma’am,” the young concierge said, holding out a cordless phone on a bamboo tray.

“For me?”

Corinne would use her cell number. So would any clients, friends or prospects trying to reach her.

There was only one person who’d make a point of tracking her down and calling the hotel to ensure she knew she’d been tracked.

Lips pressed tight, Lila gently closed her laptop. She gave herself an extra few seconds to gather her thoughts, to push away the initial rush of emotions that dealing with her father always incited.

Strongest was the heavy weight of regret that she’d never, not once in her life, lived up to her father’s expectations. She’d like to blame it on her brother. It wasn’t easy to live up to a guy like Lucas. Prep school prince, Annapolis grad, Navy SEAL. Not even leaving the Navy against their father’s express wishes had knocked him off his golden pedestal.

Instead of a pedestal, Lila had a gilded cage.

“I’d prefer to take this in my room,” she stated. He was probably calling to lecture, would likely round that out with a few unreasonable demands. Whatever her father wanted, she knew she’d rather deal with it in private. “Would you transfer it there, please?”

Lila took her time. She took the stairs. Once in her room, she even took a bottle of water from the small refrigerator. Tequila would be better, but she knew she’d want her wits about her.

She didn’t sit on the bed. That’d be too casual, too relaxed. Instead, she pulled out the stiff wooden chair from the small desk and perched on the edge.

One deep breath, and she lifted the phone receiver.
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