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In nothing but a towel and a stewing temper.

My body feels like a live wire. I didn’t think it was possible for him to get any sexier.

I’d imagine most women would run in the opposite direction of a man of his caliber, but the territorial side of Callaway makes me want to run closer, seek shelter in his shielding, and never leave. For a man so in control of hisemotions and so genuinely caring, his jealousy seems to bring chaos to his calm mind.

The thought of being the woman responsible for his unraveling brings me more triumph than I care to admit.

After all, lately, chaos is all I’ve ever known.

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CALLAWAY

“Lookslike Big D is trying to mack on your girl over there.”

Everyone seems to be choosing violence today.

“Hey, Gus?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

His laughter cuts through. “I’m just sayin’. And Kodi girl sure doesn’t seem to mind. He’s a good-looking dude.”

I’m now down one less friend.

Goodbye, buddy.

“He doesn’t have a chance.”

Gus is laughing hysterically before I have a chance to explain further. I’m fuming; my body is physically shaking. It took all of my self control not to burn the fucking island down to get him away from her, his fucking mouth by her ear, his voice bringing her laughter.“Big D”almost lost teeth the closer he advanced on her, making me want to rampage like a goddamn primate.

I know her well enough to see she’s only being kind by entertaining his conversation, but knowing I can’t have herthe way I fucking crave is sending me into a downward spiral.

This is my repercussion for turning her down when we first met. Now, there are too many obstacles standing in our way. Not that I give a shit, but she does. And I love that about her.

I’m still pursuing her despite all the reasons I shouldn’t. I can sense she’s craving affection, and I’ve refused to touch her that way until she agrees to date me. That doesn’t look like it’s happening any time soon, but I refuse to let another man swoop in and “shoot his shot” with my girl.

Do I need to bend my own rules for her to give herself over to me entirely? I’m losing sleep, losing my sense of logic, and losing my goddamn mind over this woman.

Maybe because she’s perfect.

Despite working with Dakota, she would never betray Navy that way, and I respect the hell out of her for that. I hate it.

At this point, I need her to breathe with me. Air is useless, and my lungs don’t work without her. That may be pathetic, but I’m past the point of no return with her.

Jethro emerges, standing between Gus and me with his arms thrown over our shoulders. “Hate to cut in, my man, but homeboy out there looks like he’s putting some plans on lockdown with our girl.”

You wish she were your girl.

I don’t give him another second of my attention before I whip my head out of the tent and set my focus on my brown-haired beauty.

Not a fan of the view.

She looks to be holding someone else’s phone, unfortunately, probably Devin's, and inputting her number before handing it back to him.

Forget red; black is the only color fitting enough for the violence I feel.

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