Her sigh was loud as she realized she was going to give in.
“I guess you’ve got a good point about the bloody clothes. Okay. I’ll take you up on your offer of a ride back to Virginia Beach, but I pay for gas.”
“No need. Dillon and I live there too. Keep your ass planted on this bench and we’ll leave when I get back. I’m parked in a public garage not far from here. And don’t try to run either. I will chase you down. I can’t have you giving me a bad report.”
Melina choked on a giggle. “Gee, that’s real macho of you, Beckett… chasing down a woman hobbling away on a crutch. Bet all your SEAL buddies would love to hear about how you had to chase me down.”
Gower grinned. Gunny Angel had a fun sense of humor. He’d heard that about her. He’d heard a lot of things in fact. They’d all been good. He just hadn’t thought they concerned him.
And Chris had glared at anyone who asked for more details than he’d wanted to give about the woman.
“If I told them who I was chasing after, they might at least find it a good beer drinking story. Now be a good girl while I’m gone and I might buy you dinner on the way home.”
Melina stared at Gower Beckett’s very nice backside as he strode away. He collected his son who was playing with his backpack and they headed to the wall.
She didn’t know which statement was funnier to her—Gower Beckett ordering her to be good or him calling her a girl. The man was barely thirty. At forty-one, she was his senior in several ways. Still… the idea of letting someone that masculine tell her what to do when she was tired and hurting had its appeal. She couldn’t deny it.
Which is why she wanted to refuse the ride home even if it seemed contrary and on the verge of bitchiness. She was physically attracted to the younger man, but she wasn’t dumb enough to think it meant anything.
Her attraction was the result of too many months of celibacy making themselves finally known. Or maybe it was her discussion with Chris yesterday. Or maybe it was left-over adrenaline from her fight with the punks.
Whatever the case, she couldn’t deny Gower Beckett was hot by any woman’s standards. That still didn’t mean she was going to jump him, even if he did seem interested back. Now if the man had been a random stranger, then she might have indulged her urges without any second thoughts, even knowing he came with a kid… because Dillon Beckett was very cool.
But Gower Beckett wasn’t a random stranger. Not long ago he’d been one of the SEALs she’d supported. The last thing she needed to do was tie herself up in emotional knots over another unpredictable male who didn’t know how to be faithful. Not even a sexy, hardship retired one was going to tempt her into acting that stupid again.
And even if the man’s former work connection to her hadn’t been an issue, Beckett’s age would have been. She just couldn’t see herself being with someone who’d had so much less life experience than she’d had.
God—she needed a change of scenery. SEALs were everywhere and the east coast was rife with military men. Maybe her promotion would come with a transfer somewhere she could meet some non-military people.
Melina had stayed far too long in one job and way too long in one place. With her aging mother moving from North Carolina to Florida to be near friends, there was no longer any need for her to stay in Virginia.
Her bottom line?
Gower Beckett’s attractive backside was not going to be enough reason to change her reality. Best just to enjoy the scenery the hot former SEAL would be providing for her ride home and then let the fantasy go.
Chapter 5
“Look Beckett, I’m fine. Truly. You and Dillon can go home now.”
Melina heard herself being rude, but couldn’t seem to stop herself. Gower carrying her up her own sidewalk had made her feel a little too vulnerable. Not a feeling she was used to having or tolerating.
She cleared her throat hoping to get
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