Body Heat

by Mia Ford

  “Ms….Emily, we’re here.”

  Crap! I forgot to put on my pieces. I quickly fix them and as Kurt opens the door. I notice that no one’s here.

  “Damn! I’m late as always.”

  He smiles, “Have a nice night and see you later.”

  “Sure Kurt!”

  I rush in and find that everyone’s seated and Marvin’s making a speech. It’s the first time that I’ve seen him in a tux and he looks as sexy as hell with his hair gelled back. I notice mom, dad, Michelle and Katie all seated at the same table and there’s a space. I know that it must be for me. I rush over and notice that the displays are on the walls.

  Nice!

  They really set this place up and as usual I was too busy worrying about the designs to be a part of the finished look for tonight. I fake a smile at Brenda, to say that working with her has been easy is an understatement. It’s been a nightmare, but we’re getting there.

  “And here she is, late as always but in my eyes always on time,” Marvin points at me and I feel embarrassed as all eyes are on me.

  “I want to say that Glimmer as Silk, wouldn’t be the company that it is today without her. I wouldn’t be the man that I am today without her. Emily, come here please. I want everyone to see you.”

  Oh no!

  I don’t like crowds or speaking in front of everyone, yet I find myself moving slowly to the top of the wooden stage. I just hope that I don’t fall down. I look down at mom, who is beaming at me.

  Hmm, what’s going on?

  I look up and Marvin’s doing the same thing. As I stand in front of him, wanting to whisper and tell him that I really don’t like what he’s done tonight. I don’t get a chance as he goes down on one knee.

  “Emily, you’ve made me into a man that I don’t recognise and I love it. Mainly because I love you. I want you to be my wife. If you’ll have me.”

  I can hear from the side, both Katie, my mom and Michelle shouting, ‘Yes!’

  But I ignore them as I see the big diamond ring in front of me and I think that I can’t think of anything better than being his wife.

  “I love you Emily!”

  With those word, I shout out, “Yes!”

  He grabs me in his arm and then holds me. This night is one to remember. Not only did my business expand, but I ended up with the man of my dreams. Not as the woman that was weak and needed fixing, but the woman that could be his wife, for life because she’s stronger and is in more in control of her own mind.

  I grab my purse and even forget to put on the chain and bracelet that I’ve spent weeks designing. I rush back to my dresser where they’re on display and dump them in my purse. I’ll put them on in the car. With everything in place, I’m just about to open the door when my apartment buzzer rings.

  Kurt!

  He’s right on time, which is more than I can say for myself at the best of times. I slip into my three-inch heels clear heels and hope that I don’t trip at the end of the night.

  On cue, I arrive outside, and Kurt is holding the door open.

  “Good evening Ms. Crawford. You look as lovely as always.”

  I touch his arm and say, “Will you ever call me Emily?”

  “Sure, if you want me to do. Then, I’ll call you Emily.”

  Thank goodness!

  I’ve asked him about ten times so there’s no way that I wouldn’t want him to call me Emily. Then as we drive, I look at the streets and realize something, that as much as I want to take it slow with Marvin. I hate being alone and I feel it when he’s not around. I can smell his woody scent the limo, and it makes me want to call him and tell him that I want things to change. Maybe mom’s right and I’m as stubborn as dad. I should be opening up the gates instead of putting them up as far as Marvin’s concerned and I decide that tonight’s the night that I’m going to make a change.

  “Ms….Emily, we’re here.”

  Crap! I forgot to put on my pieces. I quickly fix them and as Kurt opens the door. I notice that no one’s here.

  “Damn! I’m late as always.”

  He smiles, “Have a nice night and see you later.”

  “Sure Kurt!”

  I rush in and find that everyone’s seated and Marvin’s making a speech. It’s the first time that I’ve seen him in a tux, and he looks as sexy as hell with his hair gelled back. I notice mom, dad, Michelle, and Katie all seated at the same table and there’s space. I know that it must be for me. I rush over and notice that the displays are on the walls.

  Nice!

  They set this place up, and as usual, I was too busy worrying about the designs to be a part of the finished look for tonight. I fake a smile at Brenda, to say that working with her has been easy is an understatement. It’s been a nightmare, but we’re getting there.

  “And here she is, late as always but in my eyes always on time,” Marvin points at me, and I feel embarrassed as all eyes are on me.

  “I want to say that Glimmer as Silk, wouldn’t be the company that it is today without her. I wouldn’t be the man that I am today without her. Emily, come here, please. I want everyone to see you.”

  Oh no!

  I don’t like crowds or speaking in front of everyone, yet I find myself moving slowly to the top of the wooden stage. I just hope that I don’t fall. I look down at mom, who is beaming at me.

  Hmm, what’s going on?

  I look up, and Marvin’s doing the same thing. As I stand in front of him, wanting to whisper and tell him that I don’t like what he’s done tonight. I don’t get a chance as he goes down on one knee.

  “Emily, you’ve made me into a man that I don’t recognize, and I love it. Mainly because I love you. I want you to be my wife. If you’ll have me.”

  I can hear from the side, both Katie, my mom, and Michelle shouting, ‘Yes!’

  But I ignore them as I see the big diamond ring in front of me and I think that I can’t imagine anything better than being his wife.

  “I love you, Emily!”

  With those words, I shout out, “Yes!”

  He grabs me by my arm and then holds me. This night is one to remember. Not only did my business expand, but I ended up with the man of my dreams. Not as the woman that was weak and needed fixing, but the woman that could be his wife, for life because she’s stronger and is in more in control of her mind.

  Night with the Seal

  BLURB

  Clint Reese is a headstrong Navy Seal who didn’t join the core for honor or glory, but to save lives.

  Olivia Conway is a Naval Intelligence Officer who harbors the secret passion of becoming the first female US Navy SEAL.

  When Clint is charged with putting a fellow soldiers life at risk during a routine training exercise, Olivia is brought in to investigate. What should have been a routine investigation is hampered by the fact that Clint and Olivia used to date.

  As Clint is investigated by Olivia, he finds himself slowly opening up to the woman he once loved; an act he believes will end in heartbreak. And as Olivia investigates Clint, she is slowly reminded of the reason that she fell for the young SEAL in the first place.

  As more damning evidence comes to light and the two grow closer and closer, Olivier will have to decide what is more important, her job or the love of her life?

  CHAPTER ONE

  The North Pacific Ocean had never seen a more pristine and near picturesque day. And it wasn't just the heat of the uncovered sun, beating down over the water that made it so. And it wasn't the water either, crystal blue and placid for a hundred miles in every direction. It was the senstation that this scenery created in those that were lucky enough to witness it. It was truly paradise and that cannot be overstated enough.

  Lucky enough to witness this glorious day was a small contingent of five US soldiers. Navigating a rig roughly five miles off the coast of Honolulu, they were the only souls for as far as the eye could see.

  The rig itself was a small transport vehicle, used for carrying the Navy SEAL submersible, currentl
y strapped in place and not in use. The team operating the rig was made up of four memebers of the US Coast Guard and one US Navy SEAL. At that moment in time only the Navy SEAL and one member of the Coast Guard were actually visible on the rig, the other three members being underwater.

  "They're taking their damn time," the Navy SEAL moaned, hanging off the side of the rig as he leaned over the railing and peered down at the crystal blue waters. "I thought you Coast Guard boys knew your way around down there? Or are you only comfortable when your on a boat?"

  The Navy SEAL was Clint Reese. He was everything that a Navy SEAL should be, both physically and mentally. His stature was tall and broad, with shoulders so wide it looked like he'd have trouble walking straight through most door frames, and a chin so square and hardened one would swear it was carved from granite. Shirtless as of that moment too, his tanned skin suggested an active lifestyle that was akin to most Navy SEALS.

  "Give 'em some more time. What's it matter anyway? I thought you just came along to babysit?" The sole member of the Coast Guard replied, his feet dangling off the side of the rig as he too watched the calm blue waters. His name was Lieutenant Brian Fischer and he stood in stark contrast to Clint. Yes he was tall, but his lithe body and gangly arms and legs suggested a different lifestyle to that of the SEAL.

  "I came along because you guys wanted to borrow my sub and I've grown pretty attached to it over time. Can't be letting a bunch of coasties hoon around Pearl Harbor in it now can I?" he replied, the grin on his face suggesting that he wasn't taking himself too seriously.

  Indeed, Clint's presence on the rig, and out in the middle of the ocean too, was unofficial in nature. The Coast Guard had wanted to borrow the Navy Seal Vehicle Delivery submersible for a few training exercises. Clint was more than willing to let them do this, but not without supervision – supervision that he personally volunteered to provide.

  Brian scoffed at Clint's remark, turning his attention back to the water. The moment he did a single bubble floated to the surface and popped right by Brian's feet. This was followed by another and then another. Before long there were dozen's of these air bubbles. Their presence could only mean one thing.

  Sure enough, a moment later and a head broke the surface, directly followed by two more. The three heads were covered by thick black wetsuits and oxygen masks - the other three members of the Coast Guard.

  The one nearest Brian popped his mask off the moment he breached the surface. "Lieutenant, Sir. We found something down there!" He was heavily out of breath, suggesting that he and the other two had high tailed it to the surface as quick as they could.

  "What --"

  "What did you find?" Clint cut in, leaning over Brian.

  "It's a sub. We think it's Japanese."

  Although Brian looked confused by this, the smile on Clint's face suggested that he knew exactly what it was that young member of the Coast Guard was talking about. "It's still in one piece?" he asked excitedly.

  "As near as we could tell. It got itself caught in a reef about 1400 feet down. Torpedo's still strapped to the side, live by the looks," the Coast Guard continued, still bobbing up and down in the water.

  "OK," Brian said, going to stand. "I'll call it in. We can get a salvage team out here in --"

  "Wowa, let's not get crazy here," Clint cut in again, putting his hand on Brian's shoulder to stop him. "You know what this is don't you?" The look on Brian's face indicated that he didn't. "It's the fifth missing submarine from the Pearl Harbor attacks. That thing's got to be at least seventy years old. This is like striking gold boys. We can't go and let some salvage team bring it in."

  "What are you suggesting?" Brian asked slowly.

  "That we do it ourselves."

  The other two members of the Coast Guard had by now joined the third, and with their masks off they all looked at Clint as if he were crazy. They were joined in this by Brian of course, all watching Clint with an air of skepticism. Not that Clint seemed to care. The look on his face was that of a school boy that had just found some extra lunch money.

  "We don't have the authority to --"

  "What authority?" Clint scoffed, waving them down. "We have a rig. We have plenty of rope too. I say we hook it up ourselves and drag the thing back."

  "I don't know..." Brian began. "I'd feel better if I called in to Lieutenant Commander Randall and asked if --"

  "Well the good news is that I don't answer to your Lieutenant Commander. In fact, come to think of it, I don't answer to any of you. The beauty of being a SEAL I guess? So here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to throw on one of these suits, dive down there with a piece of rope and hook that sub up. Brian, you are welcome to join me if you like?" Without waiting for an answer, Clint turned and darted across the rig in search of his diving gear, which he immediately started to put on.

  If any of Coast Guards were planning on arguing, the certainty of Clint's actions indicated that it would be a useless endeavor. Not only was he twice the size of any of them, making a physical protest pointless, but indeed he was correct in that none of them had any actual authority over him. They were on his boat using his equipment. All they could do was agree to his demands and hope that it went as smoothly as Clint seemed to think it would.

  --

  In contrast to the clear blue surface of the North Pacific Ocean, the bowels of the great body of water were dark and ominous. To far down for the light to pierce, the few fish and pieces of floating coral were shrouded in darkness. But even so, the two visible bodies of Clint and Brian continued to dive deeper and deeper with no signs of slowing down.

  Clint moved through the water with the grace of a fish, like he was born to it. Covered from head to toe in his scuba gear, he propelled himself deeper and deeper through the dark waters. Following him closely behind was the lanky body of Brian. He too looked at home in the water, although he didn't swim with quit the same power that Clint was able to.

  Wrapped around Clint's body was a very thick piece of rope. Like a belt, it was strapped to his waist, one end tied to him, the other snaking its way through the water and up to the surface of the ocean -- attached to the rig.

  After a few moments of swimming, Clint suddenly pulled up, his eyes bulging with excitement. No more than twenty feet in front of him, sitting as if awaiting his arrival, was the Japanese sub he and Brain had been told about.

  The submarine was roughly 78 feet long and 6 feet in diameter. The ocean floor was a hodgepodge of coral and reef; made up of sharp, jagged rocks. By the looks of it, the submarine had been trying to navigate through this maze of bedrock only to get itself wedged in between a rocky outpost. With a torpedo attached to either side, they would have made the reef even harder to navigate and now only served to further cement the submarine into the rock face.

  Where Brian hung back from the submarine, watching it with trepidation and reverence, Clint swum directly towards it, already working to unstrap the rope around his waist. And once he had it unstrapped, he didn't waste any time.

  Swimming around the hulking piece of metal, he began to wrap the rope around its midsection with the intention of using the rig above to dislodge it.

  Halfway through the process, Clint suddenly stopped, turning around to see Brian still watching from afar. He held his hands up, as if to ask Brian what he's doing, before waving him over to help. Brian reluctantly nodded, swimming over to the sub to join Clint.

  Clint then indicated from Brian to swim beneath the sub so that he, Clint, can pass the rope around and then Brian can swim it up and pass it back. Again Brian is reluctant, but eventually agrees, positioning himself below the submarine, so that his back is nearly flat on the ocean floor.

  It's at that moment that a bunch of things happen all at once.

  From nowhere a huge surge sweeps through the water. Although it merely works to push against Clint and Brian, it's strong enough to dislodge the submarine. The submarine, now dislodged, slides down the rocks, scrapping its metal body against the jagged
face. Brian, rebalancing himself following the surge of water, doesn't notice in time as the submarine comes down at him. He manages to move, but not fast enough as his oxygen tank gets snagged on the jagged face, now wedged between the submarine and the rocks.

  Panicked, Brian tries to free himself, kicking with his flippers as hard as he can. But he doesn't move. Not so much as an inch. He is literally being held in place by a near immovable object.

  Clint is at him in seconds, swimming up to the oxygen tank to see if there is anything he can do. It takes him less than a second to realize that he can't. Even if he were to move the submarine, the oxygen tank looked to be ruptured, meaning that were it moved, all the oxygen would pour from it like gas from a canister.

  Clint thinks for a moment. He looks up to the surface, a good 1400 feet away. There is no way that Brian can swim that far without oxygen.

  Meanwhile Brian is panicking, and then some. He thrashes on the spot, trying desperately to free himself. Clint grabbed him by the shoulders, holding him in place as he pulled out a large knife that was strapped to his leg. Brian's eyes go wide as he spots it, not understanding what Clint intends.