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reach for her, but knowing that he wouldn't.
    If she wanted some, she had to make it very obvious. And even then, there had been times when he shut her down. Which eventually became so mortifying, she'd flat out stopped trying.
    But maybe if she lost this weight...
    Desperate, Mary Lou had tried over the past few months to make Sam happy by making his home beautiful. She cleaned the shit out of it every single day.
    She tried to please him in other ways, too. By being agreeable. By holding her tongue and avoiding arguments at all costs.
    She might not be the thinnest wife in the world, but she was working hard to be the least troublesome.
    For instance, Sam had made a stink about her visiting the Team Sixteen building on the base. Apparently—even though the other SEALs' wives came to visit frequently— Sam didn't want Mary Lou to visit him at work. So she'd made sure she didn't bother him there, unless it was important or unless he was being deployed. Then, of course, all bets were off.
    Their marriage wasn't perfect, but what marriage was? And he didn't have to marry her. Some guys wouldn't have, despite the fact that she'd been pregnant.
    No, he'd married her because on some level, deep down, he loved her. And now she finally had someone—not just someone, a Navy SEAL—to take care of her. They had a daughter together, and a house and two cars—although hers was pretty much a rolling piece of crap.
    Sooner or later, she'd lose the weight and make Sam happy again. He'd admit that he loved her, and maybe then the rest of her life would turn around, too. She'd finally be accepted by the other wives of the SEALs in Team Sixteen.
    They were polite to her, sure. But she couldn't call a single one of them friend.
    It wasn't fair—the wives' club was supposed to be part of the package, one of the perks of marrying an officer in the U.S. Navy SEALs. Her life was supposed to be glorious now, filled with wonderful girlfriends with sweet little babies like her own Haley, with Sam hurrying home to her every night after his training missions here in Coronado.
    He was supposed to look at her with the same keen hunger in his blue eyes that had made her weak in the knees when she'd first laid eyes on him in the Ladybug Lounge nearly two years ago. He was supposed to make jokes and then they would laugh the way they'd laughed back then.
    Of course, back then they'd both been drunk off then- asses pretty much all the time they were together. They'd make plans to meet at the bar, and she'd arrive early and get warmed up. He'd come in, pound down a few, and then they'd stagger back to her place and get naked and laugh some more.
    'Course back then she usually ended up drinking until she puked or passed out.
    But she'd grown up with a drunk for a mother. And she was good and goddamn sure that wasn't going to be the case for her little Haley.
    "Mary Lou!"
    Shit. Aaron was going to ask her to clean the fry machine. She just knew it.
    But, "Counter," he said instead. She had customers. Glory be to God. She turned with relief at the reprieve and froze.
    It was Alyssa Locke. Standing in front of Mary Lou's counter, intently gazing up at the menu as if it had radically changed in the past few years. Her FBI partner was with her. Jules Something. Sam had told her he was actually gay.
    He was even prettier than Alyssa, and that was saying something, because Alyssa Locke was beautiful.
    She was slender, with slim hips and thighs. Of course, her breasts were barely there. Mary Lou probably wore a larger bra size at age eleven.
    Her dark hair was cut boyishly short, accenting her exotic green eyes, her mocha-colored skin, her high cheekbones, and her full lips. Making her look extremely non-boyish.
    They hadn't noticed her, hadn't recognized her. Please God, don't let them recognize her.
    "What was it I swore I'd never order again?" Alyssa asked her partner, her eyes still firmly on the menu.
    "That was at the other place," he said. "Burger