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What if they come shattering down to earth?
Or what if he saw the way you freaked out when you saw his tires had been slashed? What if he suspects you know more than you’re letting on?
I turn away from that paranoid thought, though it’s still there, whispering beneath the surface, impossible to exile entirely.
“Come on, Millie,” Jackie says, gesticulating passionately. “You really think a hot-blooded American male is just coming by for a meal? Well, actually, maybe he is … Maybe he’s looking to eat something that’s not a dish you cook if you know what I mean.”
“Jeez, Jackie, it’s not exactly hard to decipher, is it?” I murmur, my body tingling all over when I imagine his strong hands on me, his firm giant’s body pressed against mine. “But I can’t think like that, okay?”
“Why the heck not?”
“Because …”
Because if I’m wrong, I’ll feel like an idiot.
“Just because. Anyway, you’re the mega-dater this month.”
Jackie sighs. “When I made the pledge to put myself out there more, maybe I should’ve steered clear from online dating. It’s hell out there, Millie. You should be glad you found your forever man by chance.”
I shake my head, not taking the bait, even as an inexorable smile rises to my lips.
“It’s crazy that somebody slashed his tires,” she says, the forest enveloping us, the snowfall getting heavier now. “I get it that people around here have that small-town mentality, but that’s taking it way too far.”
“Yeah,” I murmur, thinking of the west coast, thinking of the way he stared at me with blood-red fury in his eyes.
Wherever you go, whatever you do, I’ll find you, Millie. I’ll always find you.
“It’s sort of freaked me out,” I admit. “I mean, first somebody leaves the back doors open, and now this? Do you think it’s connected?”
I silently will her to say no, no freaking way.
But she nods slowly as if musing on it.
“It’s possible,” she says.
I sigh and we drive the rest of the way in silence, both lost in our thoughts, perhaps both thinking about our dates later this evening.
No, I correct myself, maybe she’s thinking about her date. But there’s no date for me to think about.
It’s just a friendly meal, nothing more.
Yeah, sure, a voice whispers within. Keep telling yourself that.Chapter SevenMarkusI pull up outside the house at the edge of the forest in my Chevy, the wheels restored. It turned out the guy was in and for a price that seemed way too damn high to me, he was willing to come down and sort it out. But the money wasn’t a problem. I’ve made a fair amount of it over the years and I’ve never lived extravagantly.
A nice nest egg to start a family, I hear Johnny murmur in my head. Maybe start a family right here in Stone Harbor, eh?
I push that voice down and stare at the house, framed in the moonlight. The snow has stopped now and the sky is clear, the stars brilliantly bright out here away from artificial light.
A rectangle of electric light in the front window shows Millie, leaning over a dish with a spoon, bringing it to her mouth and tasting it. I’m too far away to make out all the details, but of course, my savage mind replaces the spoon with my manhood, her lips opening to take in my end, her eyes wide in pleasure.
I swallow and glance at the passenger seat, at the bouquet of flowers, roses I picked up after getting my car fixed. There are chocolates, too.
It must say a lot about me that this is the first time I’ve ever bought either flowers or chocolates for a woman.
No need to in the SEALs. And no need to after. You hadn’t met her yet, the woman who’s going to change everything, who’s going to tip your world upside down.
Millie looks up and waves her hand, spotting me. I wave my hand back, ignoring the drumming deep within, the drumming that tells me this might be the most important night of my life when I either make or break what could be our future.
I still feel that old niggling desire to flee, to be a nomad, but then she opens the door and I see her standing there in that form fitting apron, steam rising in wisps in the air around her.
I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut.
That apron looks so beautifully domestic, so much like a mother, creating beautiful dishes for our children … and then singing lustfully later when I tear it from her and lay her on her back, pry those thighs apart and licking greedily at the tanginess between her legs.
I take the flowers and the chocolates and step from the car, something in me flaring when I see her reaction. Her eyes settle on the flowers for a moment, and then a smile breaks across her face, her whole expression becoming bright.
