Free Retreat Hell! She Just Got Here by Heatlerh Long Page B

ended the conversation, his posture closed off and his expression remote. Zach left it alone. He knew fear when he saw it. Fear was a tangible part of the everyday life of a Marine. They’d done their tours overseas, Afghanistan, Kuwait, and Iraq. Their ‘soft tour’ as diplomatic support landed them front and center in the Egyptian riots. Catching a bullet at any moment was their reality.
    Fear didn’t stop a Marine.
    And it wasn’t going to stop Logan tonight.
    “Ten-seven, but we’ve got another quarter to go. They could pull ahead.” Zach glanced back down at the menu. “I’ll get us some of these appetizer platters, three steaks and maybe one of the fish and veggie dishes. I didn’t see anything on her sheet about being a vegetarian.”
    Logan grunted, pacing the room behind him. The nervous energy pressed against the back of Zach’s head, but he did his best to ignore it. Pacing served as a coping mechanism. After the two and a half hour flight, Logan had to be stiff.
    Ordering the food, Zach kept one eye on the game. The fumble gained the Cowboys ten yards, but not enough for a score. He glanced at his watch. The fifteen minutes since they’d arrived seemed a hell of a lot longer. Logan’s pacing continued, promising an even longer forty-five minutes until their date got there.
    The paperwork described their date, Jasmine, as five-foot eight inches tall; she enjoyed sports, preferred baseball to football and wanted a night of total escape with two partners. The rest of the information focused on the Castillo Resort, their room reservation and the time of the date. It wasn’t a hell of a lot to speculate on.
    The Cowboys lost the ball, Zach sighed. The Packers seemed intent on flattening his home team. His thoughts returned to their date. She wanted a night with two men. He only hoped that she lured Logan out of his shell or it would all be for nothing.
    Forty-five long minutes later, the food waited patiently under silver lids. The staff had rolled in a no-frills table with a simple white cloth covering the portable surface. Zach could damn near taste the steak, but at least Logan wasn’t pacing anymore. A pair of light staccato raps on the suite door echoed through the sitting room. Muting the game, Zach headed for the door. He didn’t miss the hard tension stiffening Logan’s posture.
    Not letting himself dwell on the dozen ways this could go wrong, he opened the door to the sexiest pair of legs he’d ever seen. Zach’s entire body went taut, his cock thrumming into an erection between one heartbeat and the next. The long tan legs were attached to a pair of flared hips. Flat tummy, curvy waist and higher still to the firm, full breasts threatening to spill out of the plunging V neckline that ended at her belly button. Her skin was a rich golden sheen, kissed by the sun, but not quite tanned.
    A winsome face, smoky black eyes and a pixie cap of curls completed the package. If not for the silk sheathe, she looked like she’d just tumbled out of bed.
    Fuck me … please ….
    The thought echoed through his brain, locking his tongue.
    “Mr. Evans?” The woman’s—Jasmine’s—brows lifted, her sexy mouth tilted up into a half smile, the patient kind women used when a man behaved like an ass.
    “Zach, ma’am.” He pulled the door the rest of the way open. “Would you like to come in?”
    His position gave him the full view of her first hesitant step inside and the way the dress swished around her ass. His attention rebounded to Logan, whose eagerness warred with satisfaction. He stood frozen, in mid-rise from his position at the table, his stare fixed on their date.
    And he’d wanted to go play blackjack .
    Closing the door, Zach blew out a long breath. His cock already ached with the idea of the next few hours, but his soul managed a fist pump. Hard-as-nails-and-down-on-himself Logan watched, transfixed, at the goddess striding into the room as though she owned it.
    Hell, she already owns