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her, since she can’t possibly want to hear my dick’s thoughts on procreating with her right here on the porch.
    And it’s not like I’m lying. Roger’s not bad at all. In fact, he’s pretty fucking amazing. Pain in the ass, too, but that comes with the territory, and we’re gonna blink and he’ll be old enough to enlist. Moments like this, when he’s asleep with his head pressed against a gorgeous pair of tits? Yeah. I’m okay with being a family guy. Not sure how to tell Marlee all this, though—probably creeper territory, admitting I’m jealous of a baby getting to make a pillow out of her boobs.
    Apparently, that’s the right answer, because she smiles like she’s handing me the Heisman and getting ready to pop the cork on my celebratory champagne. “You’re a good guy, Vann.”
    “Not really,” I tell her. Good thing she can’t see into my head. “Not much interested in it, either.”
    “What do you want?” She settles back, still cradling the baby, and the front of her dress settles lower.
    “Mostly to be left alone,” I admit.
    She grins. “Not a people person?”
    “I go to the grocery store at midnight. I prefer to have the island to myself, so I make up plans to trick Ro and Finn into going out without me. The Internet’s the best fucking thing ever because I can order anything I want and the UPS driver leaves my shit on the porch. He doesn’t even knock.” I tick my examples off on my fingers. Frankly, even adding in toes, I don’t have enough digits to cover the latest instances of my well-documented antisociability.
    Apparently Marlee agrees, because she shifts her gaze from Roger to me. “You need help,” she announces.
    “Pretty sure the Navy doctors covered that,” I assure her. “I’ve been cleared for any and all activities.”
    She reaches out and punches my arm. At least, I think that’s what she means to do. The end result is more like a love tap, really. She has no idea how to deliver a blow. “You rescued me yesterday, and I’ve been doing some thinking. I’m grateful and I’m going to look after you. It’s like Robin Hood.”
    Pretty sure the words coming out of her mouth are in English, but I have no clue what she means. I fall back on my standard grunt-ese, hoping she’ll move on. “Uh-huh.”
    Naturally, she doesn’t take the bait.
    “You rescued me yesterday. I’ll be here for you when you need rescuing. Then we’ll be even.”
    “Sweetheart, I never need rescuing,” I point out. I’m a fully trained US Navy SEAL and a damned good sniper. You screw with me and I can kill you a half-dozen different ways.
    She huffs, her lips forming the sweetest ring. It says far too much about the kind of man I am that I immediately start thinking about fucking that pretty mouth. Since clearly I’m in need of self-improvement, I try to think about something else. Anything else. Problem is, my dick’s contradicting the big head’s orders. Sex, sex, sex—my dick’s single-minded.
    I’m doomed.
    “I’m older than you,” she says. Once again, I’m clueless. Fortunately, since Marlee never shuts up, the explanations come flooding out of her mouth. Apparently, her advanced age qualifies her to look out for me in approximately a hundred different ways, none of which are happening other than over my dead body.
    I raise a brow. “How old are you?”
    “Too old,” she grumbles. “Think of me like your auntie or mother.”
    “Got a problem with that,” I admit. “Seeing as how the good state of Florida frowns on incest. Maybe you could settle for being my fairy godmother or some shit like that?”
    Marlee looks at me suspiciously, clearly not certain whether I’m serious or not. And the thing is, I usually am serious. I’ve spent six of the last eight years doing a job where people die every day. But Marlee makes me smile.
    She frowns as she thinks over what I just said. “You want to sleep with your aunt?”
    “I wouldn’t mind fucking you,” I say,