SEAL's Second Chance (A Navy SEAL Brotherhood Romance)

by Ivy Jordan

  “I promise you that I pushed him, but only because I knew he liked you, really liked you,” she said, returning to the topic that almost got me killed.

  “It doesn’t matter,” I said.

  “It does. It does matter. He thought you just wanted a one-night stand. A night to forget about Bobby. That’s why he didn’t chase after you,” she pleaded.

  “He’s been hurt before. He knows what it feels like to be cheated on, lied to, betrayed,” she added.

  He’d never mentioned any other woman, so I assumed there had never been one, at least not one that had meant anything to him. I was certain there were plenty of one-night stands, though. Like me.

  “He’d kill me if he knew I told you this,” she said softly.

  I was suddenly interested in what she had to say. My heart ached for Owen, and I needed to know there was a reason he let me down, any reason.

  “He was engaged to his high school sweetheart. She was royal bitch, beauty queen snob. He worshipped her and worked his ass off to give her everything she wanted. When he bought that farm as a wedding gift, she threw a fit, telling him she’d rather die than live on a farm. He was putting it up for sale, his dream. He was giving it up for her, but thankfully, he caught her in the barn fucking one of the farm hands before the sale was finalized,” Tracy whispered so the nurses couldn’t hear.

  “Is that true?” I asked.

  She nodded. “Please, don’t tell him I told you.”

  I shook my head. I had no reason to throw her under the bus with Owen. Besides, I certainly didn’t want to bring up anything that would hurt him.

  “I had to push him, Char. He didn’t know how you felt, but I knew if you stayed that night, you must have really liked him,” she added.

  I smiled, opened my arms, and screamed as Tracy leaned in to give me a hug. “I’m sorry,” she stammered, pulling away quickly.

  I laughed, but that hurt too. “Mr. Thompson,” I said abruptly, remembering I needed to let him know what happened.

  “I already handled it,” Tracy said.

  “How?” I asked, wondering who else could’ve helped with the pregnant mare on such short notice.

  “I sent Owen,” she said.

  “How’s the mare and foal?” I asked.

  She smiled. “They are doing great. Owen wanted me to tell you that Carlos is eating now, and to thank you for what you did,” she said.

  “Is he here?” I asked.

  Her face changed to a sad expression as she shook her head. “I’m sorry. He isn’t.”

  “Good morning, Charlotte. You ready to get this arm patched up?” The question has come from a man with a white coat as he entered my room.

  Dr. Jack, his tag read. I wasn’t ready. I wanted to talk to Owen. To tell him I was sorry for storming out. “How long will this take?” I asked frantically.

  “You have somewhere pressing to be?” he asked with a laugh.

  I looked at Tracy, giving her the look that hopefully said everything I needed to before the nurse wheeled my bed out of the room and down the hall. “It’ll all be okay,” she said, blowing me a kiss as I was pushed into the elevator.

  Chapter Eight

  Owen

  “Owen?” I turned to see Tracy standing over me. My eyes opened. I took a look around, realizing I was still in the hospital waiting room.

  “What are you doing here?” she asked.

  I slid up in my seat, stretched, and then reached for my cold coffee sitting on the table next to me. “Is she in surgery yet?” I asked.

  “They just took her back. Have you been here all night?” Tracy asked.

  I nodded, sipped my coffee. “I better get home,” I said, quickly standing and trying to escape the conversation I didn’t want to have. “How long until she’s back?” I asked.

  “They said about four hours, then two in recovery, before she’s back in her room,” she said.

  “Cool,” I said, patting her on the back as I started to walk out.

  Of course, she was behind me, and then beside me. Miss Pushy Busybody wasn’t going to let things go that easily. “When did you get here?” she asked.

  “After I left Mr. Thompson’s.”

  “And you haven’t left since?” she asked with that sappy tone in her voice and eyes to match.

  “I fell asleep. That’s all,” I insisted. Her eyes batted in my direction. “Wipe that sappy look off your face,” I said, pushing open the exit doors.

  “She asked about you,” she said, following me to my truck.

  I stopped at the door, listening to her tell me about how she thought I viewed her as a charity case, and how it was all Tracy’s fault. “It’s not your fault,” I told her.

  I climbed into my truck, started the engine, and winked at my overly involved cousin. “Are you coming back when she gets out of surgery? I know she’d love to see you,” she said.

  I waved, pulled out of my spot, and headed down the road. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. I was worried about her, that’s all. Why did it have to be anything other than that?

  Charlie walked out of the barn as I pulled up. “How is she?” he asked.

  “A few broken ribs, a broken arm, but she’ll live,” I answered.

  We walked back into the barn to check on Carlos. He was strong, eating on his own, and seemed happy to see me. I laughed when he shoved his nose against my arm as I walked into his stable. “He’s doin’ much better,” I said.

  “Charlotte has the magic touch,” he smiled.

  Yes, she does. More than he’ll ever know.

  “So, she make it out of surgery?” he asked.

  “She’s in there now.”

  “You headin’ back up there after she’s out?” he asked.

  What is with everyone?

  “Probably not,” I replied, gripping a handful of grain to toss in Carlos’s bin.

  He shook his head, narrowing his eyes on me as he watched my every move. “What?” I asked.

  “You’re being stubborn,” he insisted.

  “How do ya figure?” I asked, half-smiling as I spoke.

  “You know you like this girl,” he said.

  “Look, I’m not the one who keeps walking out,” I defended.

  “It seems to me she’s been hurt pretty bad. Sounds like someone else I know,” he said.

  My stomach flipped upside down. I knew he was referring to me, and I knew it was about Lana. He had been there for all of it, except the fucking my fiancée part. Thank God he’d had enough sense not to take part in that fiasco. He was the only true friend I really had. “It’s not about Lana,” I said calmly. “I’m over that,” I insisted.

  I was over it, or at least, I was over her. Maybe I did still have some trust issues to get over, but it still wasn’t me that walked out or ran out. It hurt like hell when I got home that day to find her already gone, and it wasn’t no walk in the park when she grabbed her clothes and left me at the pond. I wasn’t ready for that kind of pain again. I was doing just fine without it.

  “I’m too busy for a relationship,” I snorted.

  “Bullshit,” Charlie scoffed. “I’ve watched you night after night go into the lonely, empty house and eat a sandwich in front of the TV. You don’t go out, you don’t spend any time with friends, and you certainly don’t date. You need a life, Owen. You deserve one,” he argued.

  “You’re my friend. And I work all day, so yeah, I’m too tired to go out,” I snapped.

  “You need more than just a friend in your life. And, this place, hell, you’ve got it running like a well-oiled machine. You don’t need to work so hard anymore, you know that,” he said.

  He was right. The ranch was finally running smoothly. After years of hard work, the majority of it was now self-sustaining. What did need done, Scott and Charlie could take care of without my help. “I like working out here,” I said.

  He nodded. I watched his eyes shift back and forth on me as he leaned against the stable gate.

  “Thi
s was your dream. But, your dream included a family. You chose the wrong girl, that’s all. But, looks like you found the perfect one now,” he said.

  “Nobody’s perfect,” I chuckled.

  Carlos continued eating as I brushed his mane. Watching her nuzzle him, caress him, and offer her maternal spirit to nurture him to health had been pretty spectacular, almost perfect.

  “She loves animals, she’s beautiful, smart, doesn’t mind getting dirty, and for whatever reason, she seems to really like you,” he said with a smile.

  I stared into the old man’s eyes. They were filled with wisdom. I knew that. I didn’t want to listen, but I knew he was right.

  “I’m heading home,” he said, patting me on the back.

  “It’s Sunday, and I want to spend some time with my wife, maybe even the kids if they aren’t too busy,” he said, winking as he walked out of the barn. “Enjoy your sandwich,” he called out as he opened his truck door.

  My heart ached. I was filled with confusion. Should I give it one more try? What if she runs away again? It will hurt a thousand times worse the next time if I let her get any closer to my heart.

  I was a mess from birthing a foal, so I patted Carlos on the head and went into the house to wash up. A hot shower, some breakfast, and maybe a fresh cup of coffee would clear my mind. Then I’d know what to do.

  Chapter Nine

  Charlotte

  My eyes opened in another bright room. The walls were painted a clean white, the curtains hanging on the large window were drawn to let the sunlight in, and everything looked sterile.

  “You’re awake,” a nurse said, leaning down to make eye contact. “How do you feel?” she asked.

  I couldn’t feel anything. I tried to speak, but that familiar soreness was back. “Don’t speak if it hurts. Just nod,” she said. “Are you in any pain?”

  I shook my head.

  “Can you feel this?”

  I felt her poke my arm. I nodded.

  “Great.” She disappeared.

  My arm was now wearing a large cast. A pin stuck out of my wrist with a large, pink ball on the end of it. Ugh. How am I going to find a job now?

  The doctor, Doctor Jack, walked into my room. He was smiling, so I assumed that was a good sign. He shuffled through my chart, pausing to look up at me occasionally, and then inspected my arm, admiring his work with a smile. “Everything looks great,” he said. “The surgery went very well. You’ll have the pins removed in six weeks, after that, another couple weeks and you should be back to new. I don’t see any reason to keep you. The nurses will get your discharge papers ready and explain your at-home care instructions,” he said quickly, and then rushed out of the room before I could ask any questions.

  I tried to scoot up, but I couldn’t. The nurse came back in, holding some papers. “We are going to discharge you. Do you have anyone waiting to take you home?” she asked.

  “I’ll call a cab,” I said quietly.

  She gave me a look of pity, one that I didn’t need right in that moment. That was what had got me into this situation in the first place: pity. “There’s no one I can call for you?” she asked.

  I shook my head.

  I knew I could call Tracy, but I didn’t see the need. I could get a cab. It was just a broken arm and a few broken ribs. “You really need someone with you during the first few hours after surgery. The medication is pretty strong, and we can’t have you trying to do something that could destroy the surgeon’s work,” she said, tilting her head sideways as she smiled.

  “Tracy,” I mumbled.

  Her smile widened as she gripped the papers. “Awesome. Give her a call, and I’ll speak to her,” she said, handing me my cell phone from a plastic bag containing my belongings.

  “Where are my clothes?” I asked.

  “I’m sorry. They had to cut them off of you when you came in,” she frowned.

  My throat hurt to talk, but I wanted to scream. What was I supposed to wear home? This gown with no back?

  I found Tracy’s number and handed the nurse my phone when it started ringing. I heard her answer, and her voice echo through the speaker. The nurse explained that I needed a ride home, and someone to care for me for a few hours, possibly overnight. “Of course. I’ll be right there,” Tracy’s voice echoed into the room.

  My body relaxed, leaning back into the stiff mattress on the hospital bed as the nurse stuffed my phone back into my bag.

  “Do not wrap anything around your body to splint your ribs. Practice soft coughing and breathing exercises to avoid a collapsed lung, and apply ice as needed to reduce pain. It looks like the doctor gave you Percocet for pain, so that will work for both your arm and your ribs. Take it as prescribed, and with food. You should be back here in six weeks to get your pins removed, and by then your ribs should be healed, allowing you to go back to your normal lifestyle,” the nurse rattled off so many instructions I could barely keep up.

  “Six weeks?” I asked, feeling my eyes well up with tears of frustration. “I don’t have anyone to take care of me for six weeks,” I said, fighting the urge to sob.

  “Yes, you do,” I turned to see Owen standing in my doorway.

  My mouth fell open, but I couldn’t speak.

  “She’s in good hands,” Owen said, taking the papers from the nurse’s hand.

  His tall, muscular frame stood over me, his smile brightening the already well-lit room. I stared into his blue eyes, trying to figure out if I was dreaming. I had to be dreaming.

  “Tracy said she’s coming to pick me up,” I mumbled.

  “I told her to stay home,” he said sweetly.

  He fumbled through the papers, and then smiled. “Looks like you’ll have to stay with me for a while,” he said.

  “I can’t,” I protested.

  “You don’t think I can take care of you?” he asked, his eyebrow rising high on his forehead.

  I smiled. “It’s too much. Why would you even want to?” I asked.

  My head was spinning. I was still loopy from the medicine. This had to be a dream.

  “You just rest,” he said.

  “Well, hello. Did you not go home at all?” a brunette nurse asked Owen as she walked into my room.

  “Yeah, I went home and cleaned up,” he said with a warm smile.

  “I saw you sleeping in the lobby when I came in at six. The triage nurse told me you’d been out there all night,” she said, looking at me with a smile. “He must really love you,” she added, and then handed him a paper to read on rib fractures.

  “You were here all night?” I asked after the nurse had left us alone.

  “I came after I left Mr. Thompson’s,” he said.

  “And stayed here all night, for me?” I asked, still in shock.

  He didn’t speak. His smile told me everything. My heart swelled in my chest, causing my ribs to ache. I didn’t care. The pleasure was worth the pain.

  “I brought you some clothes,” he said quickly, shoving a bag onto the bed.

  “You went to my house?” I asked.

  “I bought em’. I figured you’d want something comfortable. It’s just sweat pants and a t-shirt. Socks, underwear—nothing sexy, just cotton ones,” he said, blushing as he spoke.

  That had to be the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for me. “Oh, and Tracy called your parents. They know you’re okay, and that you’ll be staying with me. She’ll give them the address so they can come by after we get you settled,” he said like it was nothing.

  “You seriously want me to stay with you for six weeks?” I asked.

  “For starters. Then, I’d really like to work on forever,” he said with a smile.

  He pulled the clothes he bought from out of the bag and placed them on the bed. “Can I help you?” he asked.

  I nodded, trying my best to contain my excitement. I wanted to scream out with joy, even though it would hurt like hell. He was gentle and patient as he helped me into my new clothes. I giggled as he pulled my panties on; the
y were not sexy, he had that right, and about two sizes too big. “I don’t understand women’s sizes,” he said, blushing.

  The t-shirt, sweat pants, and socks were perfect, and he even had a pair of tennis shoes in the bag, although they were also about two sizes wrong, only too small. “I have my boots,” I said with a grin.

  He slid them on my feet, telling me I was the sexiest woman he’d ever seen in a pair of sweats with cowgirl boots. I knew I looked ridiculous, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered now was that Owen wanted to work on forever…and I thought maybe I did, too.

  Loading me into Owen’s pickup truck proved to be a task. The nurse helped him hoist me up into the cab, and then patted me on the leg to wish me luck before closing the door.

  “I don’t want you doing this because you feel like you have to, or that it’s the right thing to do,” I protested as Owen climbed into the driver’s side of the truck.

  He laughed. “Trust me, I’m not that guy. The only reason I’m doing this is because I want to do this,” he said.

  I leaned back in the seat, watching the road go by as we made our way to Owen’s ranch. When we pulled up to the house, the older man whom I’d seen a couple times before was standing at the front door.

  “I thought you were going home,” Owen said as he climbed out of the cab.

  “Yeah, well, I thought you could use a hand with Charlotte,” he said.

  He knew my name. I knew his was Charlie because Owen talked so highly about him. Did that mean he was talking about me?

  Owen opened the door and smiled. “You ready for this?” he asked.

  I gritted my teeth and took his hand, slowly lowering myself to the ground. Charlie smiled as I made it to my feet without crying. “You okay to walk?” he asked.

  I nodded.

  He helped us into the house, and then asked if there was anything we needed. I heard Owen talking to him at the door as I sat on the large couch where we first made love. “You made the right decision. You deserve to be happy,” Charlie said softly.

  “I think if I’m gonna be happy, this one here is the one to make it happen,” Owen said.

  The door shut, and Owen made his way back to me. He sat on the couch, close, but not too close. “I didn’t even ask you if this is what you wanted,” he said, sounding apologetic.