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“I’m sure they wouldn’t have fired you,” Kenna said breezily. “Your team would’ve just come looking for you and made fun of your hairy ass for the rest of your life if they caught us in the act.”
“My ass isn’t hairy,” Aleck complained.
Kenna’s lips twitched.
“It isn’t!” he insisted.
Kenna burst out laughing. “Okay, okay, it’s not. But you should’ve seen your face!”
Aleck realized he’d smiled and laughed more in the last day than he had in ages. His cheeks almost hurt.
“Go on, get to work,” she said when she’d controlled herself. “I’ll talk to you later and see you tonight.”
“Yes, you will,” he confirmed.
He snagged her behind her neck and pulled her close for one more long, deep kiss. They were both breathing hard when he stepped away. “Drive safe,” he said.
“You too.”
“Love you, babe.”
“Love you too.”
Aleck followed Kenna’s Malibu out of the parking lot, honking once when she turned right and he turned left. It wasn’t until he was almost to the front gate at the base that Aleck realized he was still smiling. Life was good. Very good.
Chapter Nineteen
The next week was one of the best of Kenna’s life. She’d spent every night with Marshall, either at her place or his. And she wasn’t ashamed to admit that she much preferred his condo than her small apartment. His bed was bigger, for one, and Marshall was a man who liked to have his space, both while sleeping and when making love to her. Not to mention, his shower and bathroom were much more conducive to hanky-panky. And she loved his heated floors and having a warm towel when she finally got out of the shower.
And then there was Robert. And Marshall’s balcony. And his amazing kitchen.
Shit. She loved every single thing about Coral Springs. It was hard to believe she’d been so upset when she’d learned that Marshall lived there. She’d more than gotten used to the small luxuries at his place.
And Marshall himself was all she’d ever dreamed a boyfriend could be. He was definitely doing what he could to spoil her…and it was working. The only thing that worried Kenna about their relationship was wondering when he’d have to leave again. Now that she was seeing him every day, it would be that much harder when he had to go on a mission. Because she’d both worry about him and miss him all the more.
But…she’d manage. Because that was what military girlfriends and spouses did.
It was Friday, and she’d spent the previous evening at Marshall’s condo. He’d had the last few days off work and they’d spent them together. His team, and Elodie and Lexie, had come over for a barbeque down at the condo plaza, and Kenna couldn’t remember ever laughing so much. Elodie had bossed the guys around as they’d attempted to grill burgers, and it was obviously a familiar routine. After they ate, everyone went upstairs to Marshall’s condo and Kenna had fun getting tipsy with Elodie and Lexie.
The second the door closed behind their friends, Marshall had ravished her. They hadn’t even made it back to his room; he’d taken her right there on the dining room table, fucking her with a primal ferocity Kenna had never experienced.
She was a little sore this morning, but wouldn’t have traded last night’s erotic experience for anything in the world.
Now she was heading to work, and Marshall, Jag, and Pid were coming to Duke’s later that evening. Marshall promised they’d stay out of her way, hang out at the bar for a drink or two, then he’d follow her back to her place. Saturday night, after her shift, they’d go back to his condo. The plan was to spend Sunday up at the North Shore. Marshall had a friend who lived up there that he wanted to introduce her to.
Kenna had heard all about the mysterious Baker, and was almost as excited about finally getting to meet him as she was when she’d thought she and Marshall were sneaking onto the Coral Springs private beach.
So she was in a great mood—how could she not be, after the last week with Marshall—and smiled cheerfully at everyone on her way through the shops at the Outrigger, heading to Duke’s.
Things were crazy from the second she walked into the kitchen. The restaurant was crowded and there was almost a hyper vibe from the customers. Everyone seemed happy to be out with friends or family, eating good food and toasting the start of the weekend.
It wasn’t until an hour into her shift when Kenna had a chance to take a short breather. She was in the kitchen trying to relax for ten minutes or so when Carly entered.
The good mood Kenna had been in all evening faded when she saw her friend.
“You look like hell,” she blurted.
“Gee, thanks,” Carly said with a slight chuckle. The laugh turned into a dry, hacking cough almost immediately.
