Page 123 of What I Should Have Done

“Sorry, Scotch,” I muttered and kissed the top of her head.

“We’re still riding with Griffin and Jane to the airport, right?” she asked, tucking herself tighter against me.

“Uh huh.” I wrapped myself around her body.

“I’m not gonna lie, the thought of meeting your old commander is kind of terrifying,” she whispered, her velvet lips brushing across my pecs.

I smiled to myself. “I didn’t know that word was in your vocabulary.”

“He’s a fucking sniper, or was. But not just a sniper, he also was a SEAL. I am just a sniper.” She inhaled deeply, her chest expanding beneath my arms. Goosebumps prickled on her skin as I trailed my fingertips up and down her back.

“And?”

“And that’s an additional skill set I don’t have.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, Scotch. He’s also much older than you. By the time you’re in your forties, who knows where you’ll be.”

“Married to you, I hope.”

“Ha. Ha. I wasn’t talking about our relationship. But yes. That’s a given. Anyway, I’m talking about your career.” I shook my head, my chin brushing across her hair.

“Someone will tell and they’ll separate us,” she grumbled and pulled away from my chest. Amber eyes met mine.

“Maybe. And if so, we’ll deal with it if that happens. But, most likely the brass will ignore it because our personal relationship doesn’t affect how bad ass of a sniper you are and how fucking awesome I am.” I wiggled my brows, smirking.

She rolled her eyes and pushed upright. Straddling me, she braced her hands against my pecs as I grabbed her hips, drinking in the sight of her. “I can’t believe I even considered Bernie’s bet.”

“It made you forty dollars, so don’t complain.”

“Blah, blah.” Her eyes sparkled as she bit back a smile.

“Besides, you like when I do shit like that.”

“I still can’t believe you fucking smiled at me the first time you bit that dude’s ear off.”

“How else was I supposed to flirt with you when you were so far away?”

She shook her head and leaned forward. As I slid my palms up her sides, her body pressed against me, and she brushed her lips over mine. Delicate and soft, her skin smelling of that faint vanilla, my heart slowed. Gently, she worked her kiss against my mouth, arousing dirty thoughts I was upset I wouldn’t get to divulge in.

“We do actually have to get going for the day,” I muttered, still connected to her lips.

“I know,” she grumbled. “I just…”

Trickling my hands across her body, I slid my fingers along the outside of her breasts. “I know,” I replied softly, reveling in the feel of her beneath my touch.

The shrill shriek of the doorbell snapped my eyes open.

Scottie flew upright, prying her body away from my torso, and she shot her gaze over to the clock on my nightstand. “Is that Griffin? He’s early!” she gasped.

The doorbell dinged again and I slapped a hand against the tan wood of the end table. Fumbling for my phone, my fingers finally wrapped around the device. My eyes widened as soon as I opened the app connected to the camera doorbell.

“That ain’t Griffin,” I muttered. Scottie peered around my arm and narrowed her gaze.

“Is that who I think it is?” she asked.

I nodded.

Rachel. Her red hair styled to perfection as usual. Not a single strand out of place, her makeup expertly applied. Freckles littered her pale skin as she brushed her hands down the front of her gingham dress. She hoisted her purse higher up her shoulder and then jabbed her finger against the doorbell for a third time.

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