Free Fallen SEAL Legacy by Sharon Hamilton Page B

attention. “Not anymore. Understand she has her sights on some chocolate,” Coop answered and nodded to Jones.
    He’d never thought he’d be able to see a black man blush, but Jones sure as hell did.
    “First you let her work on your arm, get you those nice little frog prints,” Kyle said as he whispered to Jones just loud enough so Cooper could hear. “She has the best hands. Let her pick out another tattoo for you and let her place it, too. She loves that. Then you let her work on your dick.”
    Cooper almost spit out his soda.
    “I’m not really into that stuff,” Jones replied.
    Cooper and Kyle stared at the man.
    “I’m not gay or anything. Hey, guys—I just kinda like to get to know a girl a little better, that’s all.”
    Both Coop and Kyle commented in unison, “Why?”
    They all laughed. Coop knew they could trash talk all they wanted to about women, but most Team guys respected them more than they would ever admit in public.
    Coop said his goodbyes, thanked his LPO again for trying to babysit him. With Kyle’s new little one at home, this was a sacrifice, he knew. His Team leader rarely hung out at the SEAL bars anymore.
    Coop headed back to the Babemobile. He locked up the scooter and then walked down the beach to sit by the surf.
    He was grateful for Kyle, who cared about him as much as anyone could. Going outside the Teams, especially to a family who obviously didn’t want anything to do with the military, was a mistake, and he intended to tell Timmons so at the next opportunity. Everything he needed to get right in the head was in front of him, or behind him in his home on wheels. And his comfy bed would help.
    He figured he’d work on the drone tomorrow, maybe shop for an infrared or thermal camera to mount on the UAV. He had a ‘40’s pinup decal of Lana Turner he was going to mark his new toy with.
    He turned and headed back home.
    A small figure stood outside the metal door, knocking. Bay was having a fit inside. At first Coop thought it was Daisy, back after having an uncharacteristic change of heart. But no, it was someone with auburn hair. Long auburn hair. Long legs. The shape of her ass as she stood on tiptoe while she knocked looked vaguely familiar.
    He’d been trained to move without a sound, and he did so, until he got to within a foot of the woman. He smelled lavender, and vanilla. She wore a pinky ring on her right hand that glinted in the moonlight.
    “Can I help you?” his voice was husky.
    She immediately turned, eyes wide and fearful. She slammed her body up against the shell of his silver beast, trying to distance herself from him.
    Libby Brownlee.
    “Oh. My. God. You scared me to death.”
    “Not quite. You look quite alive to me.” The anger he felt toward Libby and her family evaporated. “Why are you here?”
    “I—I just came because—I—felt bad—I wanted to—to—apologize for my father. You don’t understand. He is a very fine man. He just—”
    “He just blames the Navy for the loss of his brother.” Bay was barking. “I’ve got to let him out or he’ll shred the insides of my home.”
    “No problem.”
    She stepped aside and he unlocked the door, letting the dog, who had not been kenneled,  practically topple Libby. Coop reprimanded him, but Libby was laughing.
    “Who’s this?” she asked between giggles.
    “This is Bay. I brought him back from…from my home. He’s just getting used to things out here.”
    “Ah. Well, Bay,” she said as she knelt and rubbed Bay’s ears, putting her nose close to the dog’s, “How do you like our ocean and our great weather, huh?”
    “C’mon, Bay. If you’re gonna just socialize, you’ve got to go back inside.”
    The dog ran off a few yards down the parking lot, sniffed the ground around several cars parked in the darkening early evening. When the he returned, Coop put him in the trailer and locked it.
    “So, you were talking about your father being a good guy and all—”
    “Well, yes.