A bellow shattered their calm. “What the hell is going on here?”
Chapter 8
Anyone can just go in there and kill someone, but you can’t get information from a corpse.
—U.S. Navy SEAL saying
“Gich!” Laurie squeaked. Gich towered over both of them, blocking the light. His shadow threw jagged lines on the table, and he was definitely angry.
For the first time in her life, Laurie felt like she’d gotten caught doing something naughty in front of Daddy. But he wasn’t really her biological father. He was better—they had adopted each other.
Of course, his being a SEAL made it tough to get away with things, and she had been known to keep a secret or two. In many ways, though, this meant he was even more protective of her. “I, uh… This is Jack.”
“I know who the hell he is! What I want to know is what you are doing together?” Gich bit out the final word so loudly that several waiters and the hostess came over to the table.
“Commander, if you’ll let me explain…” Jack began. Laurie nearly smiled at Jack’s expression.
“You shut up!” Gich pointed his finger at Jack. He paused and then looked at Laurie. “You speak. Now.”
Jack was digging bills out of his pocket and placing them on the table on top of the check. Then he was standing and facing Gich. “If there is a problem, talk to me, Gich. I was the one who seduced her.”
Laurie watched Gich’s temper ratchet up from a six to a ten-plus. She had to head this off. Jack was trying, but he had definitely said the wrong thing to her adoptive daddy. “Uh, Jack, why don’t you wait in the parking lot. I’ll be there in just a few minutes.” Heaven bless the man, he hesitated. “Please, Jack. Go.” He looked even more reluctant now. She knew she was right to take some of the wind out of Gich’s sails before they faced off.
“I will be within eyesight,” he said as he slowly walked away. It was obvious that he was not happy about leaving.
Laurie and Gich watched Jack depart. He didn’t go far, though, standing about fifty feet away with his arms crossed over his chest and staring at them from the parking lot.
Gich turned his back to the man as he took Jack’s seat. She knew his habits and watched Gich deliberately pluck the unlit, well-chewed cigar stump from his mouth and stare at it. Damn, that was one helluva pacifier Gich had, and it wasn’t working either. Finally, he pulled out his lighter and held a flame under it until the top glowed. Only at the Boathouse could he get away with it, because familiarity breeds favoritism and the original owners had been SEALs.
Blowing out a smoke ring, Gich finally spoke in a steady voice. “Laurie, what did I say about getting involved with a SEAL? Haven’t you listened to enough of our stories, your dad’s and mine? What the hell are you thinking?”
Ah, crap, maybe that I needed to learn my own life lessons. She pursed her lips, thinking about how to begin. In truth, it was terribly sweet that he watched out for her. Honestly, she liked it, for the most part, but she also wanted to make it clear that she was an adult and the person who made choices in her world, especially with relationships.
“Bastard! If he dishonored you, I’ll…” Gich was winding up for a helluva lecture. Laurie had to cut him off at the pass. If she didn’t, he’d be railroading her into what he wanted.
“This isn’t second grade and me wanting to wear a bikini to school. I’m a grown woman.” Placing her hand on his, she said firmly and gently, “Gich, it means a lot having you in my life as a dad and a friend, but—”
“I can’t help it, Laurie. I’ve been watching out for you most of your life. When your dad died and I adopted you, I took and still take being your dad seriously. I never married and never will. You’re the only kid I will have, and I won’t fuck this up.”
Her heart melted like butter at those words. He really cared. “I love you, too, Daddy G.” She hadn’t called him that since she was a little girl. “I am old enough to know what I want and need, Papa Gich. Why would it surprise you that I’m with a man like you?”
His eyebrows shot toward his hairline. “Me! Fucking A, you can do better, Laurie!”
She smiled despite his comment. “Gich, you need to let me make my own choices.”
He sighed, then signaled the waiter who was hiding behind the doorway. “Give me a Stella, young man, and put some snap into it.”
Laurie nodded at the waiter, and then she said, “I want you in my life, always. Please get on board with me dating Jack—I really like him.”
“He’s a mess, that’s why you like him,” Gich stated firmly. The beer was placed in front of him and he gulped the entire bottle down in several swallows. When the bottle was empty, he placed it gently on the table and tucked a ten-dollar bill underneath it. “Listen, his life is in flux and I don’t want you to get hurt. SEALs will do whatever is necessary to be operational. I don’t want you to be just the springboard that rockets him back into the world and have you get crushed when it happens.”
“I’ll be fine, Gich. I’m walking into this relationship with my eyes open. I grew up in this stuff. I know the pitfalls. This is the first time I’ve ever fallen for a SEAL, besides you, that is, and I want this experience with Jack regardless of the fact he’s a Team guy.” Saying the words aloud made her realize that she really did want to explore the relationship with Jack further. She still had reservations about the whole thing, but she already had feelings for him.
She scanned the tabletop and then she sought Gich’s eyes. She knew her own mind very well. “Shit! I really want to do this, don’t I?”
“Guess so, Laurie. Be careful. And I’m here if you need me. Okay?” He picked up her hand and laid a loud smacking kiss on the back of it. “I love you! Damn, stubborn kid. I just wish you had adopted at least one of my qualities when you became my daughter, like taste.” His words were gruff.
Laurie stood up, and so did he. They hugged. The bearlike warmth was very comforting and for what seemed like the zillionth time she said, “I love you, too, Daddy G.” And she truly did. “My papa.”
As they pulled back, he gripped her arms. “Promise you won’t keep stuff from me like this again. It’s not good for my heart.”
“You have the heart of a bull. You’re fine! A girl has to have her secrets, Gich.” Laurie was teasing him.
“Love me less, girl. And remember you promised me once that you’d try to let me know about the important decisions. This is a big one, got it?” He pointed a finger at her and she batted it away before she kissed him on the cheek.
“I’m telling you now. Are we square?” she asked, hoping he let her have this one. Over the years, there had been moments she and Gich had gone toe-to-toe. Maybe that was the reason Jack didn’t faze her. She could dish back whatever he gave her, and drawing a firm line was easy to do. Having Gich as a dad had forced Laurie to become her own woman, know her mind. Those were awesome gifts, whether he knew he’d given them or not.
“We’re round, or maybe triangular,” he laughed as he backed away. “Now, give me five minutes with your boyfriend before you come out.” With that, Gich was hauling ass down the narrow passage that took him off the boat and to the parking lot. The boat reverberated with the force of his running.
“Oh, shit!” Laurie, seeing the expressions on the people around her, said, “Sorry. A family tiff.”
An older woman in her eighties said, “Not a problem dear. Most of us in this restaurant are Navy, and we know love when we see it.” She glanced in the direction of the parking lot and her eyes widened. “Heavens, dear! You’d better go save your beau. I think he’s getting beaten to a pulp in the parking lot.”
Sure enough, when Laurie looked up, she could see Gich landing some solid punches in Jack’s gut. “Dammit!” She grabbed her purse off the table.
“Thanks! It was a great meal.” She yelled back to the waiter, or whoever was listening, and then she was running down the passage as best she could in stilettos. It was doubtful they would be welcome at th
e Coronado Boathouse again.
The sound of traffic grew louder as she neared the fight. A few people honked horns and shouted as they passed by. She prayed no one stopped his or her car to join in. This was a military town and people pulled that stunt here.
“Stop!” she yelled at the two men. She knew that physically getting between them would be a bad idea. Of course, she was going to do it anyway. No part of her could let her papa or the man she cared about get hurt.
Running full force into the fray, she grabbed Gich’s arm and was the recipient of two punches coming together, one from Gich and one from Jack. Only one landed. She wasn’t sure which one, because all she remembered was the pain and the world going black.
***
Ow! Ow! Ow! Ah, there is nothing more horrific than waking up to the glare of red and blue lights shining in the eyes.
Laurie groaned. What hit me? Ow!
A police officer leaned over her. “Are you all right?”
Her jaw hurt like a ten-ton weight had landed on it. She blinked her eyes quickly, trying to make the haziness go away. The world had fuzzy edges and there were bright lights hurting her eyes, too.
“Shit! Laurie, are you okay?” Jack was yelling at her. She wanted to tell him to take it down a notch but she was scared to move her jaw.
“It’s your fucking fault, Jack,” accused Gich. “Why didn’t you man up and ask me for permission to take her out? That’s what an honorable guy would do.”
The blaring of ambulance sirens drowned them out briefly.
How did I get into this mess?
“Laurie’s her own person, above the age of consent,” shouted Jack. “Besides, I didn’t know she was yours, Commander.”
“For good reason! I don’t want anyone sniffing around her.” Gich said through clenched teeth. The gleam in his eyes had Laurie worried. She had seen that look right before he laid her father out flat after a drinking binge.
“What is she supposed to be, a nun? Laurie doesn’t look like she’s ready to be fitted for a habit.” Jack took an aggressive step toward Gich.
“You’re not under eighteen, ma’am?” asked a police officer with a tag that read Officer J. T. Lightmore.
Slowly, she shook her head in the negative. Ouch! Was her jaw broken? She’d kill both men if she had to get her jaw wired and drink through a straw for months on end. But as her eyes focused, she knew she’d need to put her powers of persuasion into effect because her two favorite guys were in handcuffs, leaned up against a police car, yelling at each other. Posturing was probably the better description, as they pecked at each other like two peacocks.
EMTs started fussing over her, taking her blood pressure and demanding her attention.
Refusing the chem pack for her jaw by force of sheer will, she slowly moved her jaw and found it was still happily hinged together. There was no doubt in her mind that this was going to leave a serious bruise.
Watching them all hover, the need to speak outweighed her pain, but rest assured, the guys would pay for the frustration. She’d make sure of it!
“I’m fine. Give me whatever paperwork I have to sign, and let me go.”
“Are you sure we can’t change your mind?” asked the shorter EMT, who looked slightly annoyed to have already pulled the gear out.
“Yes,” she said in a flat voice.
“Ma’am, is there anything we can do?” The other police officer, Henrix, had hair that was buzzed tight and he had the air of man who had just come out of the Marine Corps. Jarheads and Squids—the terrible slurs the Marines and Navy had for each other—did not get along very well. “Help me to my feet, please.” To her own ears, her words sounded like she had cotton in her mouth. Perfect!
Laurie put her hand out and the officer hauled her to her feet. She staggered for a minute before she steadied herself. “I’m okay, I just got my bell rung. Give me a minute.” She took a few shallow breaths and when she was sure she could handle it, faced the wrath. “Officer, can you please let them go? That’s my adoptive dad and my boyfriend. I will not be pressing charges. Let’s just call this a misunderstanding, if possible. Please.”
“The older guy smells like beer. We could have him booked on a drunk and disorderly. That would hold him overnight and sober him up,” said Officer Henrix.
Gich said, “Young man, I am completely sober.”
“I’m a therapist,” said Laurie. “And the daughter of a SEAL. They are both SEALs, and I can take care of this. I’m sorry you were brought out here. Please, could we wrap this up? I’d like to get some ice on my jaw.”
The police officers studied her carefully. If she had been drunk, they would never have agreed. Something in her demeanor must have given them confidence because they agreed to abide by her wishes.
When the cuffs were off him, Gich put his hands on the ground and did a walking handstand for five minutes.
Everybody watched, while Laurie wondered if she could die of embarrassment. When she was a little girl, that move had delighted her, now it was just pissing her off. Mentally, she was adding to the list of things she needed to talk about with “Papa Gich.”
But Laurie was relieved the cops had let them go. It wouldn’t help Jack’s situation if he were thrown into the slammer on a domestic-disturbance charge. The legal system was tough on military personnel. SEALs were in essence living, breathing, walking, and talking weapons. She’d been through it all before with her dad. No, Jack didn’t need anything bad hanging over his head, and neither did Gich.
“Just take them both home,” the cop said when Gich was done making a fool of himself. “I don’t want to see either of them driving,” he said as he and his partner got back in their car.
“Understood,” she said. “Thank you, Officers.” As she turned to the two men, she rubbed her jaw. Damn, it hurt! Her voice boomed out as she barked out her orders. “You two. Get. In. The. Car. Move!”
Oddly enough, both men trotted obediently to her vehicle and got inside. She smiled to herself. Wow, she didn’t think the order would work, but even if it was temporary compliance, she would take it. “Well, gentlemen. Where do we go from here?”
Both men had crawled into the backseat and it looked like they were going to brawl again. “Don’t even think about it!” she warned. Laurie turned on the ignition and pulled out, then turned onto Orange Avenue and headed into the main part of Coronado.
Stopping at a traffic light, she stared at the two men in her rearview mirror. What was she going to do with them? What should she say?
The cops went the other way, and as their lights revolved, shining blue and red, and their siren sounded for another call, Gich popped out of the vehicle.
“Gich!” Laurie yelled, incredulous. “What the hell are you doing?”
“I know where you live,” Gich said to Jack pointing his index finger. “Be good to her.” That was such a Gich action. To her he said, “Call you later, Laurie girl.” Then he was trotting down the street toward his car. Nobody told Gich how to live. He had his own rule book and every rule related to his protection and pleasure, except perhaps when it came to her.
“Well, that went better than I thought,” said Jack as he hopped into the front passenger seat.
Openmouthed, she stared at him. “Are you kidding me?”
“Nope,” he said with blood running down one side of his mouth and obviously nursing the right side of his ribs. “You better close that mouth, before I take it as an invitation.”
Chapter 9
Dulcis domus (sweet home).
—Latin phrase
Nestled in a row of identical white and beige units, Jack’s apartment was only minutes from their location and the base. The keys were barely out of the front door before he had her in his arms, slamming the door with his foot. It closed with a bang, and then he slowly lowered her to the floor. “I can’t wait.”
“I want you, too.” The words were breathy as he kissed her tenderly and then nuzzled and licked his way toward her breasts. T
heir clothes were barriers to what they both needed—skin-to-skin contact.
A haze of sensations filled her mind as his hands caressed, lifted, and moved her into the perfect position. Her nails scraped down his back, trying to gain purchase, as his fingers sent an orgasm shivering through her body. “Jack.”
“Yes,” he said, and then he was pushing into her.
Her voice caught in her throat. She was holding her breath as he filled her, and then her body was convulsing around his length and width until his name squeezed out of her throat, coming out as a sigh. “Jaaaack.”
***
Laurie woke up slowly, wrapped in Jack’s arms. Her body was warm and relaxation swept her senses. Raising her head, she was surprised to find that they were still on the floor. She must have nodded off right after…
A smile pulled at the corners of her mouth. Jack could seriously transport her.
Looking around the room, she was prepared to compliment him on his decor, but there wasn’t any. Calling it ordinary might have been an insult to those individuals who strive for the mainstream. Jack’s home was just… impersonal. Not that her place was an advertisement for House Beautiful, but the thumbprint of her personality was firmly in place.
Would a whistle echo in here? The idea of actually doing it seemed rude, so she resisted the urge. Also, she didn’t think her jaw would comply.
“You hate it,” he said, watching her. She froze, not really knowing what to say. Then he slowly withdrew his embrace, stood, and walked into the small kitchen. He pulled out a bag of frozen peas. “For your jaw.”
“Looks that bad?”
“A little bruised. I’ll give you some potassium.” He handed her the peas.
She sucked in a startled breath as the cold stung her skin. Regardless, she held it firmly in place, hoping it would help bring down the swelling and take away the concern in his eyes.
He offered a hand to help her up, and then grabbed their clothes and took them into the other room. The bedroom had to be through that doorway. It was the only logical choice.
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