“Sunday works for me, sir,” Oliver said, shooting Eve a wink.
“Well, fine. I guess I should be going and give you two a chance to talk about all the new developments.” Holding out his hand to Oliver, General Reynolds said, “I’ll swing by here at five thirty on Saturday morning. Does that work for you?”
“I’ll be ready,” Oliver said.
“And be at the training program at oh seven hundred tomorrow.”
“Yes, sir,” Oliver said.
General Reynolds put a hand on Eve’s shoulder as he passed and leaned over to say something in her ear, too quiet for Oliver to hear. When Eve laughed, Oliver was dying to know what was so funny.
The general gave one last wave and closed the door behind him.
“What’s happening at five thirty on Saturday?” she asked.
“He’s taking me fishing. I’m pretty sure fishing is code for ‘killing me and dumping my body in the lake,’ but I’m trying to be open to alternative theories,” he said.
“Wow, he asked you to go fishing?” She sounded impressed. “I think it’s safe to say that went well.”
“I’m glad you thought so, because my balls were in my throat the whole time,” he said.
“Believe me, my dad doesn’t invite anyone to go fishing with him unless he likes them. Fishing is his sanctuary.” Slowly, she closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around his waist. “I am sorry my dad ambushed you.”
“Yeah, about that. How come you couldn’t give me a heads-up you were going to talk to your dad about us today?” he asked. He wasn’t really mad, but he wasn’t a fan of surprises either.
“Because I wanted to make sure I could bring him around to my way of thinking before I involved you.”
“It seems like you handled it just fine. He approved my transfer to Alpha Dog.”
Eve squealed and grabbed the back of his head, pulling his laughing mouth down to hers. The celebratory kiss soon turned hotter, and Oliver pulled back reluctantly, his cock painfully hard between them.
“As happy as I am about the transfer, you don’t need to protect me, all right? I am a big boy, and if I want something bad enough, I’ll make it happen.”
“You could just say thank you,” she teased.
“I mean it, Eve. If I’m going to earn your father’s respect, you don’t need to defend me or talk me up. The general and I will work our shit out without you getting involved.”
“Has anyone ever told you you’re bossy?” she asked.
“It’s part of my charm,” he said. “Do I have your word? No more fighting my battles for me?”
“Fine.” Still hugging him, she looked up with a saucy sparkle in her green eyes. “I’m too happy to argue, anyway.”
“Me, too.” Oliver wrapped his arms around her back, nuzzling the side of her neck and inhaling. It was true; he didn’t think he could be happier than he was in just this moment. His life was almost perfect, and it had all started the minute he met this amazing woman.
“I love you,” she whispered.
Oliver squeezed her tighter before pulling away to gaze down at her. “I love you, too.”
Her breath whooshed out like she was holding it.
“Were you afraid I wasn’t going to say it back?” he asked.
“I just never imagined you saying it, so every time you do, it takes my breath away.”
He cupped the side of her face, shaking his head. “Te amo, dulzura.”
I love you, honey.