Tall, Dark and Daring: The Admiral's Bride. Suzanne Brockmann
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SEAL pirouetted elegantly over to his swim buddy, Wes Skelly, and, glancing almost nervously at Jake, he leaned over and whispered something into Wes’s ear.
Another graceful leap and Bobby, too, was out the door.
Wes knocked all the papers from his file onto the floor in his haste to get to his feet. He scooped them up, tossed them on the table in random order and scurried toward Cowboy, Crash and Mitch.
As he spoke to them, his voice was too low for Jake to hear, but he gestured with his thumb toward the door, then scrambled after Bobby.
Jake looked at Harvard, who was fine-tuning the programming for their satellite access computers. The big senior chief frowned as he watched Mitch rise to his feet and saunter out the door. He turned and met Jake’s eyes and shook his head, anticipating the admiral’s question.
“What the hell is going on?” Jake stood up for the first time in what seemed like hours, stretching his legs and heading toward the door.
Cowboy had crossed to the window and stood looking out.
Crash glanced out the door. “Apparently Dr. Lange has returned from her pool party.”
“Yes,” Cowboy said from the window. “She’s definitely wearing a bikini. And she’s definitely … wearing a bikini.”
Jake opened the door, and stepped outside, intending to go out there and kick some ass. The male members of his team had no right to ogle Zoe, bikini or …
No bikini.
What she was wearing was, in fact, almost no bikini.
Two very small triangles of black fabric stretched across her full breasts, attached with a string that tied around her neck and around her back.
Oh, God, he was staring. Just like Lucky and Bobby and Wes and even unflappable Mitch Shaw, Jake was standing there and staring. He forced his eyes from her breasts and encountered her perfect rear end.
She was wearing some kind of a sarong-style cover-up around her hips, but it was white and completely wet and did little in the way of covering her.
In fact, it clung to her, outlining every detail of her black bikini bottoms, which weren’t much in the way of bottoms at all. They were cut high on her legs, high on her rear. Oh, yeah, there was no doubt about it. Zoe Lange had a world-class rear end.
But Jake already knew that. He’d had his hands all over it just a few nights ago.
And he’d been avoiding her ever since.
“Isn’t anyone going to get me a towel?” she asked.
Jake realized with a jolt that her hair was soaking wet. She was carrying a towel, but it was drenched and dripping, as was her bag and a pair of jeans she had over her arm. She still had beads of water on her shoulders and chest and …
The late afternoon air had an autumn chill. It was blatantly obvious that she was freezing.
He quickly lifted his gaze to her face. “What happened?”
“I got pushed into the pool on my way out of the party. Hal didn’t want me to leave. But things were getting a little … too friendly.” She was trying to be flip, trying to be tough and matter-of-fact. “It’s no big deal. I got a little wet.”
Lucky bounded over, a dry white towel in his hands, as Mitch reached to take her wet things.
“I’ll hang these up for you,” Mitch said.
It was amazing. Jake knew that after only three days of working together as a team, Lucky O’Donlon was hot for Zoe. But Mitch? Lieutenant Mitchell Shaw was not human when it came to distractions. He was the only man Jake had ever met who was completely nondistractable. Or so Jake had believed.
Lucky wrapped his towel around Zoe’s shoulders, gently rubbing her arms, but she quickly backed away.
“Don’t touch me!” Zoe’s outburst surprised them all—herself included. She forced a smile. “Whoa. Where’d that come from? Sorry, Luke. I guess my whole afternoon was just a little too intense.”
“Yo,” Harvard said from the trailer door. “How come you guys don’t throw me a welcome home party every time I come back to camp? We’ve got two months of work to do in two days and I see people standing around. Check the pay stubs in your wallets, please, and unless your pay grade is admiral, get your butts back inside.”
“I need a shower, Senior Chief,” Zoe said. “Give me twenty minutes to get cleaned up.” She glanced at Jake as she wrapped her towel more tightly around her. “If that’s okay, Admiral, I’ll give you a full report then.”
Admiral. It was her acknowledgment of his attempt to put a little space, a little formality between them since that night they’d kissed.
Hold me like you want to be inside me.
He wanted. Despite Daisy’s memory, despite his and Zoe’s age difference, despite the fact that she was at least partly under his command, a member of his team, he wanted her.
Keeping his distance seemed the smartest option under the circumstances. They were going to be forced into close quarters soon enough.
“A full report after you shower would be fine, Doctor.”
Jake watched her turn away, watched her head toward the small RV that held her private quarters. But then he saw it. Bright red on the white of the towel.
He caught up with her quickly. “Zoe, you’re bleeding.”
She looked at the towel, pulling it back to reveal a nasty-looking scrape on her right elbow. Jake lifted the towel to reveal a lesser abrasion on her other arm. They were the kind of scrapes a woman might get from being pushed down, hard, onto her back. “Wow,” she said. “I didn’t even realize ….”
“I think I need at least some of that report now,” he said tightly.
She lifted her chin. “It wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle.”
He still held her wrist. “And that’s why you’re shaking?”
“I’m freezing,” she lied. He knew she was lying. Whatever had happened had shaken her up.
“‘Too friendly,’” Jake remembered. He gestured to her elbow. “Is this the result of someone being too friendly?”
She gently pulled herself free. “It was Monica’s boyfriend. I think he was coked up. I handled it, Jake. His family jewels are now lodged somewhere between his tonsils and his sinuses.”
“Note to myself,” Jake said. “Don’t ever get Zoe angry.”
She laughed as he’d hoped she would, but then abruptly turned away—but not before he saw the sudden welling of tears in her eyes.
“I’ll tell you everything,” she said, “but after I shower, okay?”
“Yeah,” Jake said, fighting to hide the sudden rush of anger and protectiveness that made him want to seek out and destroy this Monica’s boyfriend. “I’ll get you something hot to drink. And meet you back in your trailer.”
“Thanks, Jake,” she whispered. “That would be very nice.”
CHAPTER FIVE
ZOE KICKED OFF HER SHOWER slippers as she came inside her RV. She’d cranked the heat before she’d left for the bath house, and it was now close to roasting in the small trailer. But that was nice. She hadn’t been truly warm in what felt like hours.
And she felt warmer still when she saw that Jake was, indeed, waiting for her in the small living area. He sat somewhat stiffly on the cheap foam seats of the built-in couch, three mugs of coffee on the table in front of him, and …
Three?
Mitch