wait, and if I get the contract for the space in New York then I’ll deal with them.”
“I’m sorry they’re not more supportive.” He cupped her hand between his two larger ones. “I know it’s hard because I’ve been there.”
“Ace told me that you’ve lost contact with your family.”
Deep sadness fogged his face. “They don’t care for my career. If I’m willing to give it up then I can be included back in the family fold, otherwise…”
“I’m sorry.” His pain cut deep within her. Her family would never disown her, at least she hoped not, over her life choices.
“As you said before, being a SEAL is who I am; I can’t change, not even for my family. They chose not to accept me for who I am and I have to live with it.” He lifted her hand to his lips, gently laying a kiss on her knuckles. “I hope you won’t make the same mistake they did.”
“I won’t.” Their families’ disapproval wasn’t the first thing they had in common, but might very well be the strongest. “Ace mentioned before you have a younger brother, do you have any contact with him?”
“Not much. Once he turned eighteen, I thought things would change but he was in college. With our parents paying his tuition, he must obey their rules or the finances would be cut off, but even after that nothing changed.” His thumb ran over her knuckles, gently caressing them. “None of that matters. The designs you need to send, do you have them done?”
“Not yet. I have some designs on my desk at home. They’ve been lined up for the coming seasons, but I’m not sure any of them are good enough for New York. I have a young girl, Melody, who works in the boutique. She’s going to pick up a few extra hours so I can have some more time to design. Ideas are already running around in my head like demented mice, I just need to sketch them out. Once I get to work it won’t be long, well, that is if I can settle on the ideas that are best for this.”
“You’ll find the perfect ones to blow them away,” he reassured her. “I know next to nothing about the fashion world, but do you have to make the clothes yourself too? Can you do that in ten days?”
“All I have to do now is sketch them out. If they like my work, whatever ones they choose we’ll design and ship to New York. I have an in-house person who does all the actual sewing. I could do it, and did when the shop first opened, but now I focus more on the designing while still keeping a hand on the other parts.” She rubbed her hand along his cheek, the start of stubble pushing through his skin met her touch. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Asking about my work. I know it’s not your thing so it means a lot to me that you let me ramble on about it.” When he started to say something she ran her forefinger over his lips, only to have him suck it into his mouth. “When you’re not busy with the military what do you like to do?” The question came out breathier than she had planned, full of need, while his tongue circled the tip of her finger.
“A little of this and that. I enjoy being on the water, so I have a boat. It’s not much but it allows me to get out there and do what I want. It has a small cabin, mostly a bedroom, but there’s a small kitchen, so if I want to stay out on the water for days at a time I can.”
“I haven’t been on the water in years. The closest I seem to get any more is the view from my condo.” She tried to joke about it, but couldn’t quite finish it off with a smile. “This trip is showing me more than I wanted.”
He sat his glass aside, moved up next to her, and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “Sometimes we need a little wake-up call so we don’t miss the life we were given. Too bad we can’t give our parents theirs and then maybe they’d stop doubting our career choices.”
“Do you ever have times when you doubt yourself? That maybe you put too much time into your career?” She shook her head before he
Peter Matthiessen, 1937- Hugo van Lawick