THE CRAZY GOOD SERIES - Rachel Robinson Page 0,162

capable hands. I know exactly what she needs from me. I’m just not sure how long it will be enough for her.

I let my wet lips pull away and speak against her mouth, “Sex only, Cass. Remember?” She nods, a glazed over look on her face. I nod once, walk into my office, and close the door behind me. I pull my phone out of my jeans pocket and hit speed dial number one. She picks up after the first ring.

“I thought you forgot about me,” Morganna says, a sleepy tone lacing her southern accent. I laugh because the accent is rare. I eat it up any chance I get. “I had a good day today. Are you still going to come over tomorrow and hang out, maybe help me swap out the lock on my side door?”

I sigh. “What are best friends for?” I mock. “I didn’t know you needed a new lock. Why?” I pace around the small office, kicking off my shoes as I go, stretching my neck side to side. It gets sore from the choppy waters at sea. Most SEALs have broken bodies by age forty. It’s a tough lifestyle. I rub my lower back, making mental plans to schedule a massage.

“The doorknob seemed wiggly yesterday morning. I’d call one of those handymen, but then I figured I got one of those guys on speed dial. Might as well put your skills to good use.”

I chuckle under my breath. “Use my skills, huh? I do have a lot to offer, but it makes me nervous about the doorknob. Did your exterior security camera pick up anything unusual?”

“I didn’t check.”

Of course. She’s an attorney, a brilliantly successful, shrewd attorney, who thinks she’s invincible. I guess I can’t blame her. She thinks all her bad luck was used up when her husband, Stone was killed. I mean, that must give you a pass at the rest of life, right? All of the guys remained her friends after he passed. She’s just as involved in our Naval community as she ever was. She attends events, is asked to speak at fundraisers, and is an integral part of the Teams.

“Maybe I should come over tonight and check it out. Is Phillipe staying with you?” Morganna Sterns lives in a sleek, white mansion smack dab on the water. Sometimes when we’re out on the boats late at night I can see lights glowing from her second story windows. There’s so many windows, at least fifteen, that some nights it distracts me, and other nights it’s like a beacon we can gauge our position on.

Morganna is west. Her assistant, Phillipe, stays some nights, when she’s lonely—when she’s missing Stone. Stone Sterns was my teammate. The type of SEAL we all struggle to be. He’s also the reason I don’t let myself admit that I want Morganna Sterns. With my relationship statuses, plural, how could I?

Morganna sighs. “No, Phillipe is at his boyfriend’s house. I’m fine. Just come over first thing?” If I had it my way, I’d be over there in seven minutes flat. She knows it. “My guns are loaded, Steven. I’ll be fine tonight.” I envision her kitted up in camo gear, peering around the large columns that line her foyer. It makes me grin because it’s something I can envision actually happening.

“Your guns are always loaded. I’ll see you first thing tomorrow. Night, M. Sleep well.” She sighs a sleepy little noise and I swallow down my feelings. I try not to think of her raven black hair that falls down her back, or the way my cock gets hard when I merely see the woman in a bikini. Like a fucking teenager.

“Bring breakfast from Cappy’s and your loaded guns. You’ll need them. Night,” Morganna whispers into the phone, joking about my abnormally large biceps.

I imagine the smile on her face and bite my lip to keep from smiling into the thin, vacant air. I tap the end call button and plug my iPhone into my laptop to charge. When I walk out into the living room, Cass is sitting on the sofa waiting for me. I rub my palms down the front of my pants and approach her, forcing my mind to a state of black. It gets harder and harder to pretend this is enough. When I kiss Cassidy, I almost feel dirty. My hands wander from her tight ass to the hem of her black pleather skirt.

I pray I can keep up the charade long