Engaging his Enemy (Shattered SEALs #4) - Amy Gamet Page 0,39
on your side.”
The men turned and headed back toward the road. Moto gestured to the shack. “You still own this place?”
“Yeah. I never did anything with it. Figured I’d just hold on to it as an investment.”
“I might want to buy it from you. Build myself a house out here.”
“Are you staying?”
Was he? Sometime in the last twelve hours, it had become a distinct possibility. What was waiting for him in New York? HERO Force, of course, but that was all he had that he gave a damn about. Being close to his son outweighed that in a heartbeat, not to mention being close to Davina. “Maybe I am.”
“Half of everything is yours, remember? You can have it. Just let me keep the house. I wouldn’t want to evict your girlfriend.” Moto knew Ben was fishing for information, but he wouldn’t take the bait. He wasn’t ready to talk about whatever was growing between him and Davina.
They reached their cars, and Ben bent down to see himself in the side mirror. “Shit. How am I going to explain this to DeRegina?”
“You’re going back there?”
“I have to. I’m your eyes and ears in that office, and he needs to reschedule that shipment of drugs.” Ben smiled and got in his car. “I’ll let you know when I hear something.”
Moto watched him drive away, his heart lighter than it had been in years. Ben was going to be okay, provided he could keep himself safe from DeRegina.
21
Davina had a rule for herself never to cry around Wyatt. In the difficult times, she would save up until he’d gone to bed or take a shower so he wouldn’t hear her sobs. It was hard to be a single mother, though these days, she cried far less than she had when he was little, having long since accepted that Zach wasn’t coming back.
Until now.
She’d put on a happy face while they shared a cup of coffee, then he’d gone off to meet Ben and her composure crumbled. For over an hour, she let herself go, letting all her insecurities and fears for the future overwhelm her. It was freeing. It was cathartic. It was pathetic.
Every feeling she’d ever had for the man had come back full force when they made love. If anything, she was even more enamored with the man he had become than with the boy she had fallen in love with. He was fiercely strong and protective, a true warrior fighting for what was right in this world.
What woman wouldn’t melt at his feet?
She sniffed into her coffee cup, tears running freely down her cheeks. How would she manage only seeing him once a month? He’d been home less than a week and already she wanted more than that. She wanted him in her bed every night, wanted to start every day by his side and end it in his arms. “I’m such a loser…” she whined, resting her head on the table.
The sound of the front door closing had her bolting upright. “I’m home,” singsonged Wyatt from the next room.
“Shit, shit, shit,” she whispered, hastily wiping her swollen eyes and turning off the kitchen light. He pushed into the room, and she hoped she just looked like a slovenly, pajamaed freak, sipping coffee in the darkness of a cloudy day. “How was your sleepover?”
“Good.” He flipped on the light. “Why are you sitting in the dark?”
She turned her head away. “Migraine. Can you turn that off?”
“Oh, sorry.” He did as she asked, then pulled out a chair and sat down. “You okay?”
“I’ll be fine.”
“Are you crying?”
She sighed. So much for that. She considered lying but already felt bad about the migraine lie. “A little.”
“Is it Zach?”
She thought of her discussion with Zach to keep their relationship separate from Wyatt’s relationship with him. It was a fine line she needed to dance. “Sort of. It’s hard having him back here, and great all at the same time. I’m glad you finally got to meet him, though.”
“If he’s bothering you, I don’t need to have him in my life.”
“Oh, no.” She reached out and took his hand. “That wasn’t what I meant. He’s your father, and he always will be. No matter what happens between him and me, that doesn’t need to affect you.”
Wyatt pulled his hand away. “Do you still care about him?”
Emotion swamped her, and her voice cracked as she answered, “Uh-huh.”
“And does he care about you?”
She stood, turning on the coffeemaker and inserting a pod. “I don’t think we