Asa: Military Romance (Overwatch Division Book 2)

by Coco Miller

  ASA

  Overwatch Division

  Coco Miller

  COCO MILLER ROMANCE

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  This book is a work of fiction. Any similarity to real events, people, or places is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. This book may not be reproduced or distributed in any format without the permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations used for review.

  This book contains mature content, including graphic sex. Please do not continue reading if you are under the age of 18 or if this type of content is disturbing to you.

  Contents

  Books By Coco

  Introduction

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Epilogue

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  WYATT

  ASA

  CESAR

  Introduction

  He’s a wounded special forces soldier back home for good and focused on family. She’s a professional matchmaker concentrating on everyone’s happily-ever-after but her own. Will a last minute and unwanted date lead to true love for this reluctant pair?

  Asa was injured during his last deployment overseas and returns home shaken and damaged. He decides to throw all of his energies into helping his sister and her kids through her painful divorce; never taking anytime for himself or making any real connections with anyone outside of his family.

  Hillary is a self-made woman. She owns her own matchmaking service where she pairs lovers together and boasts of a high marriage success rate. Too bad she can’t find a love of her own, because how could she possibly find the time for that, right?

  Chapter One

  Hillary

  “Hillary, your next client is here.”

  Looking away from the file I am reviewing, I push the intercom telling my secretary to send her in. I close the folder, feeling I have looked over it well enough and stand when Martha, my secretary, escorts April into my office.

  “Thank you, Martha.”

  Nodding her head with a smile she walks out, closing the door behind her. I quickly check out April, letting a list of potential clients flood my mind.

  “Hi, April, I’m Hillary West, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” I say, shaking her hand.

  “It’s great to meet you as well.”

  I walk around my desk and sit down, motioning to the seat facing me.

  “Please have a seat.”

  Sitting down, she takes off the jacket she is wearing, folds it over her lap and anxiously worries the hem between her fingers. It’s obvious she is nervous, which is normal with my clients. Most of them come here with such high hopes, and I am determined to make their dreams come true.

  “I was reviewing your file and I’ve already got a ton of possibilities for you.”

  Tucking her hair behind her ear, she dips her head with a small grin on her face. Even though I’ve been in this business for over three years, it never gets old. I’m always excited to get started.

  “Actually…” I look toward her, tilting my head to the side waiting to hear what she has to say. “I’m not here for me.”

  I dip my brows in confusion because I’ve never had a client that was here ‘for a friend’ before.

  Leaning back in my seat, I cross my arms and smile. “All right then, why don’t you tell me who you are here for?”

  Reaching into her purse, she pulls out all-new paperwork and places it on my desk. “I’m here for my brother.”

  I’m usually not someone who can be made speechless, but she manages to do it. I’m taken aback by this request. This is not something that has ever happened before, and I’m silently trying to figure out how to handle this.

  “I’m sorry I lied,” she continues, “but I needed to talk to you in person and I knew if I said it was for my brother you’d want him here.”

  Raising my eyebrows, I nod my head. Leaning my arms on my desk, I fold my hands and give her a tight smile.

  “April, I appreciate what you are trying to do for your brother, I really do, but that’s just not how this works. I’m a professional matchmaker; I need to know my clients personally. I need to talk with each person myself, understand what they are really looking for, so I can set them up with a perfect match. As much as I’d like to help you, I just can’t do it. My reputation is at stake not to mention your money.”

  I can see she is getting a little annoyed with me, but I can’t risk it. This company is my life, my livelihood. I have a strict policy that each client must follow and in order to do that, I must meet with them personally.

  “Mrs. West …”

  I hold up my hand interrupting her.

  “Miss West and please call me Hillary.”

  She nods her head and takes a deep breath before continuing.

  “Hillary, listen. My brother is new in town. He just came home from Afghanistan and moved here in the middle of nowhere, Arizona. He made this move for many reasons but mostly to be closer to me and my kids. I’m recently divorced, and he didn’t want me to be alone. I appreciate it so much, but the shitty part is now he’s lonely.”

  I see the tears in her eyes and it pulls at my heart. She’s making this decision very hard for me to stand firm on.

  “He had a tough go at it in the military. He was part of a special forces unit and there was an accident. A bad one. One of his friends died. Another friend was badly hurt. So was my brother. All of that really took a toll on him, but now that he’s home I simply want to help him. I just want to see my brother happy. He never smiles anymore. Never laughs. He sleeps on my couch, watches Disney movies, and his only friends are my kids.”

  She catches a tear before it escapes her eye and I reach my hand over, placing it on hers.

  “He sounds like an amazing man. A true hero. Why don’t you just set him up with a friend of yours, someone you work with maybe? There are a ton of bars and clubs around here. I’m sure if he went out he’d likely find someone all on his own.”

  I squeeze her hand before reaching into my desk to pull out a box of tissues for her.

  Graciously taking one, she smiles at me. “Why don’t you tell your clients to get set up with friends or go find someone in a club?”

  Touché.

  “For argument’s sake, let’s just say I agreed to this…” Sitting up straight with a huge smile on her face she shakes her head. “I’m not agreeing. I’m just going to ask a few questions.”

  She nods her head over and over, a smile still in place. I take the paperwork she placed on my desk and read through it quickly.

  Asa Grant.

  He’s twenty-eight years old. Under physical description, she has written
that he is 6’ 2”, has dark hair, greenish-blue eyes, and several tattoos. For a job, she listed that he used to be in the military. His hobbies are music, being outdoors, and riding his motorcycle. Damn, he sounds like someone many of my clients would be interested in, except for one thing– he’s not the one looking for a date.

  “Here’s the thing, April. On paper he sounds perfect, but you also have to realize that these women aren’t looking for just a night of fun. They are looking for someone to spend their lives with. Someone who has a stable job, a home and most importantly, knows that they have been matched.”

  Shaking her head, she adjusts her position. “I understand what you are saying but come on, you can’t tell me that every one you set up gets married. I’m sure some of them are looking for fun.”

  “Actually, I have a marriage success rate of ninety-three percent, April. I pride myself on what I do here. I work damn hard to help others find true love.”

  I beam with pride. I am damn good at what I do; This is part of the reason I need to meet with my clients. Judging people and their personalities helps me know who will fit well together. I don’t think this unorthodox arrangement she’s proposing is going to work.

  “Hillary, please. I’ll pay you double. I just want him to go out, have a good time and realize there is more to living here than just me and my kids. If he happens to find true love, that would make it all that much sweeter.”

  Hell, this woman must be in sales. She definitely knows how to keep pushing until you break. I swear I almost see a groundswell of tears in her eyes. Ugh, I feel myself almost agreeing.

  “Do you need to see a picture of him, because all of my girlfriends had crushes on him when we were teenagers. He’s a good looking guy.”

  She pulls out her phone and starts looking for a photo to show me. I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

  “You can put that away. I don’t do photos. It’s part of my process. I match people according to the things that matter. Sort of like a blind date.”

  “I get it. Photos are for websites. This is an upscale service.”

  “Exactly.”

  “Cool.”

  Ugh, not cool. I’m going against every one of my rules if I do this.

  “Seriously, it’s cool,” she says again. “Should I write you a check or do you take American Express?”

  I sigh loudly.

  “Fine, give me a few days and I’ll see what I can do. I need to make you aware though that you will have to tell him that this is a setup from a matchmaker. I won’t ask any of my clients to lie. That’s unethical and a deal-breaker for me.”

  Smiling, she stands up and pulls her jacket back on. “Got it. Tell him that he’s being set up. No problem.”

  I hold back the eye roll that wants to take over, replacing it with a grin.

  “Specifically set up by a matchmaker.”

  “I’m paying you double. Let’s not sweat the details.”

  This will be by far the toughest setup I’ve ever had to do. I need to find a girl who is willing to go out with a guy who isn’t looking for anything serious, has no home of his own, and no job. Normally, I would laugh my way out of this situation, but for some reason, the story of why he is here pulls at me. I feel like I need to help him, find him just a bit of happiness. There is a lot I need to figure out, but I’m the best damn matchmaker and I will do it.

  “I’ll be in touch in a few days and let you know what I have,” I say, walking her to the door. She turns around right as my hand hits the doorknob and that sales woman smile is in place.

  “One last thing. I’d like this to happen on Valentine’s Day.”

  With that, she walks out of my office, and I stare at the closed door.

  Valentine’s Day?

  Is she fucking kidding me?

  Chapter Two

  ASA

  “Uncle Asa?” I rub the sleep out of my eyes and squint them open to see a DVD of ‘Frozen’ hovering over my face.

  “Morning, Tracey. Don’t you think it would be more fun to sleep a little longer?”

  Odds of this happening are slim to none, but I figure it’s worth a try. Being in the military I was used to early wake-up calls, but since I’ve been back I have enjoyed the sleeping in. And that’s about the only thing I’ve enjoyed.

  It hasn’t been easy to come home and try to throw myself into the normalcy of everyday life.

  It is different.

  It is hard.

  “Nooooo!” she cries before jumping onto my stomach, just barely missing a nut shot. “I wanna watch this now. Please, please, pleeeaaassseee.”

  I sit up and pull the DVD out of her hands. “How can I say no to you?” Giving me that huge toothless smile, I kiss her forehead and climb off my temporary bed to put in her movie.

  “Go ahead and climb under the covers, and make sure to let your sister in when he wakes up. I’m going to make some coffee.”

  She doesn’t even hesitate and snuggles right now. I love being here with my sister and her kids, but damn I miss my sleep. I make my way to the kitchen and brew a pot of coffee before going to take a shower to try to wake myself up.

  Once I’m showered and feel a bit more human, I make myself a cup of coffee. My sister buys this overpriced ground organic coffee, which tastes pretty damn good. Better than anything I drank overseas.

  I sit at the table and check my phone.

  “Morning, Asa.”

  I look up and grin at April. My poor sister is still in her pajamas, with her head a mess, looking exhausted.

  “Mornin’,” I say sipping on my coffee.

  She pours herself a cup and sits across from me with a small grin. “I see Tracey got you up bright and early again.”

  I laugh and shake my head. “She loves her Disney movies. Who am I to tell her no?”

  She reaches across the table and squeezes my hand. “You are a great uncle.” I know there is more coming. I can tell by her smile. “So listen. I was talking with one of my friends from work and she told me she has a friend who is looking to go out and have a good time. Of course, I thought of you.”

  Before she can even continue, I hold my hand up stopping her. “Whoa, hold on. I’m not looking to be set up on a blind date. What do you think I’m desperate? I’m perfectly capable of finding my own damaging relationships.”

  She laughs and gets up to make herself some avocado toast. Evidently eating that shit is all the rage now.

  “Asa, I know you are capable of finding your own relationships, damaging or not. I just figured since you are new in town and her friend is looking for someone to hang out with, what could it hurt? I mean come on. I appreciate you rushing here to be with me and the kids, but you need your own life. Just go out and have a little fun.”

  I know she means well, but my sister has always stuck her nose in my business. I feel sorry for my nieces when they get older. She will definitely be the helicopter mom all up in their business.

  “April, I finally got a job and today I am going to look for my own place.”

  Yes, I’m trying to deflect from this blind date. I’d much rather she nag me about a new place than a damn relationship.

  “Are you kidding me? Why didn’t you tell me?”

  I shrug my shoulders, which is a much better response than saying, You’re too nosey, and I want to do things without you telling me what I should be doing instead.

  “Well, it doesn’t matter. Where are you going to look at places?”

  I laugh again and get up to put my cup in the dishwasher.

  “I’m going to look wherever the realtor takes me, mom. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go meet with her.”

  I kiss April’s cheek and rush out of the house before she can squeeze in another word.

  * * *

  After hours of looking through different neighborhoods, I finally find a place that seems to be perfect for me. The seller is flexible and the price is right. It may be small with only one bedroom and one bathroom, but
that’s all I need. I’m not a picky guy. Hell, it’s more than I had overseas. The idea of sleeping in my own bed again is so damn exciting. Who the hell would have thought?

  I know I should head back to my sister’s, but I’m so happy I park my bike at the first bar I come across. I haven’t been out at all since I’ve been here. It’s been a long three months. I figure I’m due a beer.

  I walk into the bar and look around. It’s not bad, a bit run down. Even so, there are a lot of people, and I make my way to the bar and sit down on a stool. The bartender walks over and wipes the bar in front of me before asking what I want. I like this section of town. It’s easy and laidback, like me. Not as pretentious as my sister’s neighborhood.

  “I’ll have a beer.” He nods his head and pours me whatever is on tap before sliding it over to me. I pick it up and take a large sip. Damn, you know it’s been a long time since I had a beer when this flat crap tastes good.

  I’ve been nursing the beer for almost a half hour when I feel someone slide up next to me. I look over and grin at the sexy woman adjusting herself on the barstool. She is hot. One look at her makes me quickly realize that I would give up drinking entirely for sex.

  I haven’t had sex since I came out here, again, it’s been a long three months. My dick is starting to dread it when my hand reaches for it. As much as I want to make a move on this woman, my thoughts go right back to where in the hell would I fuck her? I don’t have a car, just my motorcycle. I don’t even have my own damn bed. I blow out a breath and finish off my beer.