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her back made him want to grab onto it while he pounded his cock into her from behind.
    “I’m working on my masters in psychology.”
    “Psychology, huh?” Jack wondered how Sierra could analyze him and still want to come anywhere near. He was a mess. Most of the PTSD symptoms were disappearing, thank God, but he still had the dreams. Too many nights he relived the day he got shot, the day most of his buddies were killed, over and over in his mind.
    There was some extreme guilt hovering over him still. He wanted to have been able to save them, even though he’d lain paralyzed from the gunshots, unable to help any of them. But he survived, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to take that for granted when so many others didn’t. His body and mind took some time to heal, and from the surface most people wouldn’t know any difference between him and any other guy on the street. But war had changed him in ways that could never be reversed.
    “Yeah, I want to be a school psychologist.”
    That meant she would need to live somewhere stable, that she had more of a future than a cocktail waitress on a yacht.
    It was just another reason he had to keep his distance from this woman.
    “What made you want to go into that field?” Knowing he had to stay away from Sierra didn’t make her any less interesting.
    “A friend in high school committed suicide a few months after my family moved to a different town. She didn’t feel like she had anyone to talk to after I left. The psychologist at that school sat behind his desk, ate doughnuts all day and rarely went out to mingle with the students. I want to make sure that doesn’t happen in the school where I work, that I’m approachable and there for every student who needs someone to talk to.”
    “That’s a very noble ambition.” And shitty for any chance of a relationship working out between them. He couldn’t take away her dream and he couldn’t be a part of it. His life was on a boat, at sea most of the time. He couldn’t be the man she came home to every night, or the man she deserved.
    They paddled down the stream and back to the little house that was still vacant. Henry and Rosa worked long, hard days. Jack left some money on the table, glad there was no one there to argue against him leaving the rent for the kayak. They had more use for the money than him but he knew neither Rosa nor Henry would take it willingly. They were proud and didn’t want handouts.
    Jack walked back down the beach toward the yacht with Sierra, hating that his time with her had to end but knowing it was the right thing to do. He had to work hard to resist touching her the whole damn walk, she was so sexy, so tempting.
    “Thank you for a fun day.” She grinned up at him and he fought the urge to kiss her again. Luckily they were at the boat.
    “Anytime.” He shouldn’t have said that. He should stay far away from the girl, lock himself in the control room and only come out when absolutely necessary. He couldn’t go out on any more romantic island explorations with the sexy Sierra and expect to keep his hands to himself.
    “Well, I better get to my studying.” The disappointment was obvious in her voice but that was better than the alternative, she just didn’t know it yet.
    “Yeah. I better get to work too.” It was an awkward moment. He knew she wanted more from him and hell, he wanted more too, but he had to do the honorable thing, he had to stay away from her.
    Jack walked up the stairs, shut the door to the control room and grabbed his phone. He needed to call Blake and see if there was any new information, any new places he wanted Jack to scope out on his way back to Sol Cay and then Miami.
    Jack punched the number into his phone and listened to it ring twice before Blake picked up.
    “Hey, it’s Jack.”
    “I was expecting your call a little later. Is everything okay?”
    “Yeah, everything’s fine. I just happened to be free right now.” Because he ended the best date