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Aiden, whose injury had swept him off the team, was on the way to something solid. And then of course there was Trip—Garrett “Trip” Trippington—the eighth man and Jagger’s BUD/s partner. A man who took three bullets and didn’t see them as more than minor wounds. Each one different, each heading in a different personal direction.
    Did all of this mean that he, Coyote, would now be the odd man out? Was it time to re-examine his priorities and reach for the brass ring before it was too late? When they’d first accepted the use of Brice Benson’s house for their standby leave, they’d called their plans SEALs on fire. But apparently, as he listened to the plans the others were making he was the only one who took the words “on fire” literally.
    So what now?
    Go with the flow. That’s what the woman who’d struck this unexpected chord inside him wanted. Okay. He’d be open to whatever happened, but he planned to get to know Cori Sutherland a lot more in the short time they had together.
    “You look like some heavy thoughts are weighing on your brain.”
    Cori’s voice startled him, and he gave himself a mental shake. Her voice held just the tiniest edge of uncertainty, and he didn’t want that at all. He smiled at her, an easy task as she stood there stark naked holding a tray of sandwiches and fruit.
    “Only thinking how empty this bed is without you in it.”
    “And how empty your stomach is?” she teased.
    “Yeah.” He chuckled. “That, too.”
    She set the tray carefully in the middle of the bed before settling herself beside him again. Handing him half of a thick ham sandwich loaded with meat, tomatoes and cheese, she watched until he took his first bite.
    “Great,” he told her, talking around a full mouth.
    He watched her relax and pick up a half for herself, taking a dainty bite and nibbling slowly. He’d shared food with a lot of women in a lot of bedrooms, but he didn’t ever remember being so relaxed or enjoying it so much. Yup, she was definitely worming her way into his system, and he wasn’t the least bit unhappy about it.
    “So tell me all about Cori Sutherland.” He washed his sandwich down with a long swallow of the beer she’d brought.
    She shrugged. “There’s really not much to tell. I live in Key West and test software. No biggie.”
    He looked at her. “Oh, I think there’s a lot more to it than that.”
    As they ate, he managed to pry details from her. Her family—she had one brother, married, an attorney, and a sister engaged to a high school football coach. She had a degree from the University of Florida in computer science, loved to watch football, and read romance novels. He still couldn’t get out of her why she’d decided to make the move to Key West. He had a feeling the story was painful to tell. But he had the rest of the weekend to coax it out of her.
    He talked about his own family, five brothers and sisters, all of whom still lived in Texas. His brothers worked the family ranch with his father. And he told her why he wanted to be a SEAL and how he’d never regretted his choice.
    “The proudest day of my life,” he said, “was when I graduated from BUD/s training and got my trident.”
    “You’re really dedicated, aren’t you? I can tell when you talk about it.”
    “I am.” He lifted the tray and set it on the floor. “But right now, I’m dedicated to something else.” Rolling off the bed, he reached for her, lifting her into his arms.
    “What are you doing?” she squealed.
    “I thought it might be time for a shower. Besides, I want a chance to see the stuff that makes you smell so good.”
    Her bathroom was exactly what he’d have expected of her given the rest of the house. The walls were a soft blue, and instead of wallpaper, someone had painted fanciful murals on the wall. The tile was a darker blue, the fixtures ivory. Feminine but not frou frou. Just like her.
    Towels were stacked on wicker shelves, and he took two of the biggest