the guys on base? Hell,” Swede said, “I’d lose her in a heartbeat if I did leave her alone.”
He had a point.
Their team had gotten a hell of a name for themselves. Not only were they SEALs, but they were hell on wheels in the love department too. Somehow his buddies had all found love – often in the most unexpected places. The base had dozens of nicknames for the team. Only one they were called to their face. The Keepers. But there were rumors of others. Love Boaters was the worst. The guys hated that one. Some were cruder but no one ever made mention of the names around the team. They wouldn’t stand for it.
And dare anyone say anything against any of the women, the guy would be knocked flat in no time.
But on the other side of that coin, there’d been dozens of requests for guys to work with The Keepers in the hopes that the luck might wear off on them. The love vibe was a hard thing to miss out on if you were looking for it.
Many SEALs were already happily married. And some were in the middle of ugly divorces. Still others hadn’t recovered from breakups and had no plans to.
The military was hell on relationships.
Chapter 5
“H ow do you know him?” David asked when they were settled in the back of the SUV. Theresa turned to listen when Sasha answered.
“I did surgery on him a lifetime ago – about a year ago,” she said with a smile. “He was a decent size back then but not like he is now,” she admitted.
“Looks like he recovered well.”
She laughed. “He had to do a fair bit of physical therapy as part of his recovery. He wanted to return to work and was chafing at the bit, so I pointed him toward power lifting. The man was a SEAL and in incredible shape anyway, but all that downtime while his team was on active duty pissed him off. He needed the outlet.”
“Well, I’d say it worked out,” Theresa said admiringly. “How come I never get patients who look like that?”
“Hmm, maybe because you specialize in pediatrics,” David said with droll humor.
Theresa nodded slowly. “I’m sorry about the divorce, Sasha. They suck at any time.”
“They do indeed,” Sasha said in a noncommittal voice, hoping the conversation would move on.
They were stuck in the SUV, waiting for something or someone. She studied Cooper outside the vehicle. He stood beside her door with his back to her.
Could they leave already? This might be safer than before, but it sure as hell wasn’t safe yet. And she didn’t do unsafe right now. She needed it locked down – to know for sure she wasn’t going to be spirited away. She’d been okay with the edge of uncertainty while married. Not now. Now she had to know where she stood at all times.
Was there anything more devastating than betrayal – especially times two?
She sank down into the seat aware of the stilted silence around her. Then David, dear David who wouldn’t hurt anyone piped up. “The first thing I want is a hot shower.”
“Food,” said Theresa. “I’m starved.”
“Water for me,” Sasha admitted.
Cooper popped his head inside. “That’s one thing I can help with.” He opened a pack from the front and handed around several bottles of water.
Sasha smiled her thanks when he gave her one. His searching gaze made her realize he might have heard some of the earlier conversation. That was okay. If he didn’t hear it now, he’d hear it soon enough. Divorce was like that. Not that he’d care. He hadn’t seen her on anything other than a professional footing and likely didn’t know her ex anyway.
At least she hoped he didn’t.
Divorce was hard on everyone, not just the couple involved.
Then again a dead love was just that – dead. She almost laughed. Talk about being morose when it came to her marriage. Not bitter, but sad. Knowledgeable about hurt and pain in a way she’d never experienced before. And not sure she liked the way she’d changed. But once a hard lesson is learned well, you do anything you can to