Page 53 of SEAL Mates

Paula

It was late, and for once, I actually felt like writing. It was way past midnight and once again we’d been out looking for little Stacey. Alec said that he had a hunch. Especially after our little discovery the other day, but he didn’t want to get anyone’s hopes up so he was going to speak to someone in order not to raise any fears in people.

I didn’t know what he meant at the time, I still didn’t. Neither did the guys. Derek was given a job and he should be leaving today, but he told me that he couldn’t rest let alone work knowing that Stacey was out there and he wasn’t part of the search party.

My fingers had traced across the keyboard, and I’d typed the same sentence around five times. This could only mean one thing, time for coffee and some of the chocolate cake that I’d picked up and promised not to eat alone. Unfortunately, my kids weren’t normal, they both hated cakes so this was the reason I’d put on one too many pounds, because I would always go to parties and whenever birthday cake was being offered I would eat not only their share, but mine too.

“What are you doing up?” Blake said as we bumped into each other as I opened the door.

I sighed. “Unfortunately in the life of a writer, we never have a fixed timetable. We work when we’re inspired.”

As much as I shouldn’t be thinking about sex right now. Watching him shirtless, in his boxers which clung to him so tightly, emphasizing every part of his waist below. The parts I was dying to touch right now. I realized I didn’t need coffee but some TLC.

“I couldn’t sleep either. I was going to make some pancakes. You wanna join me?”

He stretched out his elbow, and I enveloped it and we walked to the kitchen like some old married couple. He didn’t tower over me, not like the other guys. I didn’t know if it was a good or bad thing, but we seemed to be on the same level on so many things, not just height.

“You’re my age in a different life.”

“A different life.” He said in surprise as we approached the kitchen and let go off my arm.

“I think that age is just nothing but a number. Derek’s got so much fucking energy. It’s like he’s ready to explode all the time. Always needing to do this and that. Just fucking sit down mate and calm down for a fucking second. Alec’s the old one. I mean we’re all the same age, but my goodness gracious the guy needs a chill pill.”

I turned red thinking that he was right about one thing. Derek was clearly the hyper one. Whenever we had sex, I felt as if I needed a week’s vacation. Unlike the others who were a lot calmer than him. But I loved his spirit.

“And you Mr. Blake?”

“I’m a fucking open book and boring as hell. I don’t see what you see in me?”

He pointed a finger at me, as if to keep my thoughts to myself.

“Zip it. I don’t want to know. It’s too early or too late for this kinda conversation. So, do you want my mean pancakes?”

He smiled as he put both his hands on the marble work surface. I could see that he was excited about preparing something in the kitchen for me, for a change.

“Well, I did have the chocolate cake that I brought from the bakery in mind and some coffee to keep me up.”

He shook his head, as he laughed, but then he turned to open the fridge showing that the cake, I was thinking about. The spot that it was in, was empty.

“That’s gone luv. It went the second you put it in the fridge. The kids and I boxed it off earlier.”

“Kids? What my kids?”

I couldn’t believe what he was saying, my kids hated cake.

“Yeah, they were telling me some song and dance about they hated cake. I told them to try it, and it seems they are hooked. You are no longer officially the dustbin of your kids. Right? So, you want the pancakes and whiskey or not?”

I nearly choked at the whiskey part.

“I need to stay up, not fall asleep. I’m not much of a drinker, so I know for sure the whiskey would have the opposite effect on me.”

He shrugged.

“I got it wrong then I thought all you writers drank too much and took the wrong stuff.”

I jumped up, thinking his assumption of me was completely wrong and in my defense I realized that he wasn’t trying to insult me. Blake wasn’t that type of guy. No, he was just the type who said exactly how he saw it.

“Not me.”

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