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She had changed everything, and it made him realize he’d been playing big-time games with himself. He could resign from the Navy since his enlistment was up next year. They could be together. He was sure he could get something lucrative in DC.
All he knew for sure was that his love for Bree had been real. So damned real.A sure fucking bet.Exhaling heavily, Blitz dragged his hand down his face. He’d been rigid with his father, never really easing him into the idea of him not pursuing the NFL. That rigidity had spilled over into his life. Maybe now, he could understand his father’s bitter disappointment. Maybe they could have a civil discussion without Blitz flying off the handle and butting heads with his dad, instead of listening to him. They could be a family again.
Rules could change.
His phone rang and he closed the fridge in disgust. Maybe he would get dressed and go out for breakfast.
“Hello?”
“Blitz? It’s Bree.”
“Babe! I was just thinking about you.”
She sounded so close. He wished she was here. “Ooh, I hope it was good.”
“It was enlightening.”
“Oh, that sounds intriguing. Tell me more.”
“I was thinking that we’re so good together and I’m not having an easy time without you in my life. So, my enlistment is up next year. How about I find something in DC? We could do the long-distance thing until I’m finished with the Navy.”
“Do you really want to quit the Navy?” she said softly.
He wanted to be honest with her. “No, not if I had a choice, but if it means being without you, I’ll adjust.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Bree—”
“Let’s revisit that in a moment. I called to ask you a question.”
His doorbell rang and he started for the front of the house, sandwiching the phone between his ear and shoulder while he belted his robe.
“Okay, shoot.”
He opened the door, and she was standing on his threshold. She removed the phone from her ear, ending the call. “Do you know someone who could give me surf lessons? How about a beach that’s got the most gnarly waves?” She raised her hand and gestured toward the street with her thumb. “I have this new surfboard and no clue how to use it.”
He looked over her shoulder to see that she had a shiny new Jeep, her pretty flowered brand-new surfboard decorating the rack on top.
He stood there for a moment, frozen in place. His heart stopped beating, then started up. “That’s two questions.”
“Oh, good, you can do math. I didn’t blow your mind.” She tucked her phone in her pocket, then took his phone out of his hand, crowding him into his house. She placed his phone on the side table and kicked the door closed with her heel.She looked back and forth. “Bedroom?”
“Ocean “Blue” Beckett, a brother SEAL can teach anyone to surf, and La Jolla Shores is the number one spot to learn surfing in San Diego. The waves are consistent and of good quality, which is the best situation for beginners. The Shores are protected from the southwest trade winds, which means that strong winds won't blow off the waves.” He took a hard breath. “Down the hall to the right. First door on the left.”
Her heart felt so full, and she started to crowd him again. Her arms slipped around his neck as he walked backward, enthralled with just staring at her, unable to believe she was really here.
She ushered him into his room, and she looked around. “Nice. I like the rumpled sheets, but for some reason, I suspected you would make your bed. Crisp hospital corners and tight sheets that you could bounce a quarter off of.” She unbelted his robe, ran her hands up his bare torso, over his pecs, and down again to the waistband of his boxer briefs. She circled the waistband and slipped her hands beneath the cotton, cupping his butt and squeezing. He gasped, his dick hardening.
“Oh, hello, fine ass,” she whispered. She dragged his hips toward hers, but he resisted.
“Wait. You took a job in San Diego?”
“Mhum,” she said, leaning forward and kissing his jaw, trailing her mouth down his throat.
“What job?”
