her teeth as she pretended to shut down the computer.
“Yeah, sure. This is Simon, child.”
She sighed and looked at him. He was a year older than her and ten times prettier. Long brown hair, blue eyes, and a dimple in his chin made him irresistible to both men and women. Being the tramp that he was, Simon had no problem with either of them.
“Simon, how many times do I have to tell you that you’re white? Really white. When you talk like that, you sound stupid.”
He rolled his eyes. “And you’re stalling because you don’t want to answer me.”
“Yes, he’s the reason I have been out of sorts.”
Simon snorted. “Yeah, sure. ‘Out of sorts.’”
“Anyway, we had a little fun in Hawaii. Apparently it meant more to me than to him.” She shrugged, trying not to lose her composure. “No big deal.”
“Oh, hun, of course it is. I can tell by looking at you. And I really think you’re wrong. I know Kade. He’s been in here for years mooning over you. A guy that is that infatuated just doesn’t have a one-night stand with his brother’s best friend. Especially someone like Kade.”
She had thought so, but apparently she had been wrong. Very wrong. “Well, I haven’t heard from him in months. So I am assuming that the infatuation is over.”
He opened his mouth to argue, but she held up her hand. “No more. I don’t have time. Could you get Chef to prepare some of that jambalaya to go for me? Enough for the three of them—which will be a lot. Those Seals are going to eat me out of house and home. Oh, and can you handle tomorrow night? I know it’s a lot to ask, but I thought maybe I should stick around the house. I feel like Mal has something to tell me.”
He wanted to say more. She could tell by the look in his eye, but apparently thought better of it. He left her alone, and she finished shutting down the computer. It would take a few moments to prepare herself to face off with Kade. And they would…have a face off.
But first, she wanted to know what made him look that way, and just why the hell he looked so sickly.
* * * *
“Your sister’s a looker,” Chief said from the backseat.
Kade barely held back the growl that rumbled in his chest. He couldn’t help it. Seeing her had brought about so many emotions that he still didn’t have under control. The possessiveness hit him out of left field. And what right did he have to feel that way? Four months had passed. Even if he had reasons for staying away—good reasons—they didn’t mean anything right now. She wasn’t his, never would be.
Mal laughed. “Hey, watch yourself, Chief. There’s a good chance she’d beat you with your injured arm.”
“You’re not going to warn me off her?” Chief asked.
“Naw, if she doesn’t want you, she’ll let you know. Right, Kade?”
He glanced at his best friend, trying to figure out if there was another meaning. He had been tossing out strange comments for over a month now. But every time he looked at Mal, he appeared relaxed and gave Kade no hint of any other meaning.
“Sure. After running a bar for a few years, Shannon can handle herself.”
Chief sighed. "Not that I can do anything about it tonight. I’m so damned tired from the trip. Damn bones are creaking.”
“That’s because you’re old, Chief,” Mal said.
“You got that right,” Chief replied. “Although something did smell good in the bar.”
“If I know Shannon, she’ll be bringing us something home to eat, and I am sure it will be jambalaya.”
Kade would normally welcome a bowl, but he hadn’t had much of an appetite since returning from their mission. He knew the commander, along with his doctors, were worried about it. Mal pulled up to Shannon’s house and parallel parked in front of it. She had one of the historical homes in the Garden District with the iron work fence, the famous balconies, and a garden Kade’s mother would definitely kill in two weeks. He had always loved the house,