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Of course, the number of hot men in her books helps immensely, you almost forget they aren’t real and are just characters on a page.
I walk back over to my desk and pick up the cell phone to send a text to Brianne and see if she is still going to be able to come to the office and approve the mock-ups.
Hey Bri, are you still available to view mockups tomorrow?
Hey Ellie, of course. I got the day off from the cafe. I’m excited to see everything.
I am too. We should go to lunch afterward since you are off and catch up.
Sounds like a plan. I’ll see you tomorrow.
I place the phone back on the desk and take another drink of my water. Looking at the time, I see it’s seven o’clock at night. I should make myself something to eat, but I don’t feel like cooking. I open the desk drawer and pull out my takeout menus, looking through them to see what appeals to me the most. I settle on lasagna and salad from the Italian restaurant down the street.
Living on the outskirts of Largo has its perks. I’m close enough to the city for the drive to work but being in the suburbs gives me the mom-and-pop restaurants in the area away from the city.
I call in my order and run up to take a quick shower before the food gets here. When I’m done, I quickly dress in sweatpants and a t-shirt. It’s still pretty warm at night, and I can’t wait for fall to hit our state. The doorbell rings, just as I come downstairs. I answer it to see the delivery boy standing there with my food.
“I have an order for Elouise.”
“Great. Thank you so much.” I say, as I hand him the cash, and he hands me my order. I close the door and take my food into the kitchen.
I pull a plate from the cupboard, dish it out, then go to the living room. I grab the remote to stream my guilty pleasure, which at the moment, is NCIS, Hawaii. I’m currently behind by two episodes. When I finish eating and watching the two episodes, it’s ten o’clock, and I call it a night.
It’s been a week since I signed up for Date Set ‘N Match, and still no matches, not that I’ve been checking my emails for it or anything, but it gives me a moment of pause.Is there really no one out there for me?I ponder.
I continue working on Shayna Lindsy’s release promos, she has a book releasing in two weeks in September. Brianne came in last week; we made a few tweaks, and then she blessed off on everything for her new book coming out in October. Her cover model is hot, and I can't wait for the cover reveal next week. The women are going to swoon, just as they did last month for her new release coming up.
I will say with her releasing a book every month, she definitely keeps me busy, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Just then, my email pings with an incoming message. I click over to my email and see it’s a message from the Date Set ‘N Match site. I click it open out of curiosity and see they have a match for me. I read through the profile of my match. It says, he’s in the military, twenty-eight, six-foot, one-inch, athletic build, brown hair with brown eyes.
Sounds like a dream already, so what is wrong with him?I wonder to myself.
That actually shouldn’t be my thoughts, because what if he thinks the same thing about me?I don’t know why I agreed to do this.I mentally slap myself.
I close out the email, not sure what I want to do with this yet. I need more time to think about this.
RYAN
“If you have any injuries, get them checked out by the medics as soon as possible. Make sure you clean your weapons and get them to the armory, then the Commanding General wants a debrief in the war room tomorrow at zero eight hundred,” Major Noah Cartwright, our commanding officer, barks out before he leaves us to go to his quarters.
This mission was a bitch, though to be honest, the shortest missions are. We were only out for a week, but it feels so much longer than that. I take apart my M-14 and my handgun, spend the next forty minutes cleaning all the carbon out of both, oiling them properly, then putting them back together. I walk over to the armory and turn them in, until the next mission we are called out on.
I desperately need a shower and food. I look at the time and realize I only have time for a ten-minute shower if I want plenty of time to eat before the DFAC closes. I run back to the barracks, grab some clothes, my toiletry bag out of my room, and head for the showers.
When I walk in, Lucas McKinley is the only one there.
“What’s going on, man?” I ask, lifting my head in a nod.
“Just getting ready to head to the DFAC before they close. I’m starving.”
“Same. I'll be down there shortly,” I mumble, getting under the shower spray.
The water feels so good on my aching body, but I know I don’t have time to enjoy it tonight. I quickly wash up, dry off, get dressed, stop by my room to drop off my stuff, and head to the DFAC. I’m starving, and I can only hope they still have some decent food left.
I walk into the DFAC, grab my tray and get the food they have left, surprisingly, there’s still plenty. I find my team sitting at a table and make my way over to them. As I walk up, I hear, “Are you still going home on leave next week?”
Jonathan replies, “Yeah, I fly out this weekend. This mission had me rethinking things. I’m not sure what I want for my future.”
