Still Her SEAL (ASSIGNMENT: Caribbean Nights Book 10) Read Free

win-win situation for her. “But are you sure you don’t want to keep him? He’s one fine-looking man.”
    “Sometimes the outside doesn’t match the inside,” I say as lightly as I can. Lie. Ro may bear a passing resemblance to Grumpy Cat, but he’s an all-round nice guy once you get past the bark. And the bite.
    Lilah exhales disappointedly. “Too bad, because I’d totally roshambo you for him.”
    Rock, Paper, Scissors is so not on my agenda for today and I’m not playing Lilah for Ro. I don’t like the possessive mine that threatens to escape my lips. My relationship with Ro was perfect right up until it wasn’t, but there was always one constant. I didn’t deserve a guy like him. It was only after we’d met and married that I realized how much I was lacking in the merit department. And honestly, he couldn’t have been the perfect man immortalized in my head because he’d married me—and then he’d gone back overseas. I’d seen him twice since our wedding weekend, which kind of made my point. He was good in theory, but missing in practice.
    A divorce is our best option. In his eyes, I haven’t been his wife for years anyhow. I’m sure someone with his fine looking package has been active in Dating Land, and for all I know he may have Mrs. Number Two lined up and ready to go. I’ll always be his first, but never his best and last. The future Mrs., whoever she is, will score his tomorrows and the real engagement ring.
    We had fun together. We were Ro and Hindi on a beach adventure. Younger. Crazier. Up for hot, sandy, messy sex and not thinking any further than tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Life has a way of reminding you that there are 365 days on the calendar, however, and we had five days of paradise and then all the rest were oh my GOD what have I done?
    I do want a divorce.
    From Ro.
    Just as soon as I can convince him to do the paperwork. He rolls with the dog, the muscles in his forearms working as they wrestle, and his face lights up with laughter. The tired look slides away for one gorgeous moment, and even the dog knows it because man’s best friend leans in and licks Ro’s face enthusiastically.
    Okay, so I’m also a big fan of the calorie-free sundae. Part of me (and you can guess which part) would like to use the man as my own personal vibrator, but only if I could then wipe his memory. A Ken doll with an actual dick. You’d think Mattel would get right on that.
    “Stop procrastinating,” Lilah hisses at me. I have a job to do here. I need the network to renew our show because no way I lose the security of my paycheck if I can help it. I spent the years before I met Ro getting fired from a series of shitty jobs, and I know exactly how it will go, even if my current paycheck sports way more zeroes than anything I earned previously. I’m grateful, and I’d like to stay employed.
    I let Lilah shoo me out from behind the palms and step onto the sand. God. It’s been years since I’ve been to the beach. There’s something about the sand beneath my feet, or maybe it’s the salt in the air? It’s not just that it’s beautiful—it definitely is—but some part of me just inhales and then lets go. Everything loosens up, and it’s gonna be fine. It really is.
    Lilah yelps behind me, and I stop staring at the ocean like a moron and see the dog barreling toward me. It looked perfectly harmless playing with Ro, but now it sprints toward me, monster paws devouring the sand. Do I look like puppy chow? Fuck being brave and a bad ass—like my next diet, I’ll start tomorrow —I pivot, intending to put plenty of distance between me and the dog, but it’s too late. Teeth sink into the hem of my sundress.
    I should have worn a mini-dress. Or maybe then I’d have puncture wounds in my butt? I pitch forward with a shriek, palms slamming onto the sand. My doggy dementor barks once, and wouldn’t you know it—he sounds just as authoritative as my not-quite-ex.
    Paws step up my spine.