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fuck a woman as much
as he wanted to fuck Angel at that very moment. He wanted to erase
the teasing amusement in her pretty eyes, and see it replaced with
smoky desire. He wanted her lips to part with pleasure, to hear her
whimpers as he loved her with his mouth and hands. The urge to
taste her passion ran strongly in his blood, heating it to the
boiling point.
    “When we get home I’ll show you what my type
is.” He paused for effect. “ If we make it home.”
    “That sounds like a threat,” Angel joked,
plopping a piece of cucumber into her mouth. “So, where’s the
ocean?”
    “See those palms over there?” He indicated
the palms on the other side of the pool. She nodded. “There’s a
path there that leads to the beach. We’ll take a walk after we eat
if you want.”
    “I’d like that.” She leaned over and kissed
him on the cheek.
    Damn! Her impulsive kiss caught him by
surprise. He went back to eating his meal. How the hell am I
ever going to say goodbye to her? She was digging her way
toward his heart so fast it was scaring the hell out of him.
Somewhere between Africa and home, the walls he’d built-up over the
years to protect him had tumbled down, leaving him
exposed…weak.
    Diana had warned him that someday he’d meet
the right person and then everything would change. She’d said that
he might not recognize it at first, that he might even confuse it
for something else, like lust. Hell, lust was easy to recognize.
Lust was easy to accept, and Bishop wasn’t ready to believe it was
anything else. Diana had told him there’d be no running away from
it, only he was stronger than that. Wasn’t he?
    Deep down in his gut he unwillingly
acknowledged the answer to that, and he knew that he needed to get
in control of his emotions again, and soon. To do that he needed to
distance himself from Angel.
    My salvation. Do I really need
salvation? Bishop thought about it for a moment. What did he
have to show for the last ten years besides a scarred up body and a
fat bank account? Yeah, I do need rescuing. But he wasn’t
going to hurt Angel by using her and just walking away. The more
involved they got, the harder it was going to be.
    His gut clenched with dread, because Bishop
knew that they were already too involved.
     

 
     
     
     
     

Chapter 8
     
     
    Something was different. Angel had sensed
the change in Bishop before they even left John and Misty’s home
the day before. He had become aloof, almost indifferent towards
her. Cold. The hardened Navy SEAL Diana had described to her was
apparently back and had replaced the considerate, giving man she’d
come to know in the days before. Had she done something to trigger
the change? She thought about the women his friends had brought
with them to the cookout. Maybe I don’t have what Bishop
needs.
    A man on a dangerous mission, gone for
months at a time, the conditions and sacrifice’s he’d had to make,
all had eventually taken a toll. Hadn’t Bishop told her that he
wanted something good in his life? It seemed that all he really
wanted was a good girl to fuck, and she’d been so willing because
Diana, damn her, had filled Angel’s head with stories and pictures
of him, and Angel had fallen for him before she even realized
it.
    That wasn’t fair, Angel thought to herself.
Diana couldn’t possibly have known she’d fall for her brother.
Blinking back the tears, Angel finished washing Barnie’s dishes,
and then refilled them with fresh water and food. He was right
there at her feet, waiting for her to put them on his mat. Once
that was done she poured herself a cup of coffee and decided to
take it out back. There was a hammock chair underneath the huge oak
tree.
    Making sure Barnie didn’t slip out behind
her, she made her way there. Diana and Alex had turned their
backyard into a beautiful, lush jungle of palms, flowering plants,
and trees. There was a huge Koi fishpond in the middle, and bird
houses and feeders were everywhere. Everything