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don’t have a nickname.”
“Oh, but you do have one,” Abe said.
Ella frowned. “I do? What?”
“Legs!” Abe, Wolf, Cookie and Mozart said in unison, and then all four snickered.
“Why would you call me that?” She looked at them, puzzled.
“Ask him. He’s the one who called you that first. Several times.” Wolf pointed at Liam.
She glanced at Liam. He was leaning against a shelf, lazily perusing her, a drink in his hand. He was scruffy and looked like he’d been rolling in mud all day. And she still wanted to jump his bones.
“I could call you Bounce,” he offered.
“Oh, bet I could psychoanalyze that,” Cookie said, with a chuckle.
“Don’t or I’ll hurt you,” Ella warned.
“You better watch it, Cookie,” the SEAL named Mink said. Liam had told her he was a medic and she’d seen him working on Cookie. “She might shoot you in your other cheek. One painful ass is enough and I sure don’t want to look at your ass twice in one night.”
There was much bantering about Cookie’s injury after that, for which Ella was grateful. These SEALs were unmerciful with their teasing and she didn’t want the ‘Bounce’ nickname to stick.
Liam’s hand curled around hers. “You okay?”
She nodded. “I don’t know about tomorrow, but right now, yes.” It was going to take some time to get over her actions today. She pulled him away slightly and told him quietly, “I don’t want to be alone tonight.”
He looked into her eyes for a long moment, then said, “We’ll be on the next chopper out of here. I’ll get Sean to book us a suite.”
* * *
L iam shook hands with the SEAL team he’d been part of. He liked all the men and knew they would keep in touch. Wolf slapped him on the back.
“Come visit if you get back to the States,” he urged.
“Will do,” Liam said. “Maybe we can meet on Hawk’s island where there’s no possibility of being shot at.”
Hawk had a private piece of property that Liam had visited now and then. It was the perfect place for down time from everything. Come to think of it, it was the perfect place to get to know a woman better.
“That son-of-a-bitch owns a fucking island?” Wolf’s eyes narrowed. “What did he do, win the lottery?”
Liam laughed. “Nah. He inherited it from one of his grandfathers.”
“Let me guess. Grandpa Steve,” Abe said, dryly.
Jazz, standing nearby, chuckled. “So you all know about the Steves.”
Jazz was Hawk’s best friend and had spent a lot of time with the McMillans, so Liam knew him well. Being Cajun and from a family of mostly women, he’d once told Liam it amused him to be with a macho Irish family like the McMillans because they knew nothing about women. Which was so not true. Hawk, Liam always pointed out, had only to wag his finger and women would appear. Jazz always just gave him one of his odd half-smiles and shook his head.
“Not all the Steves, God, no. There are too many of them running around, including Liam here. At least most of them have an alternate name so we could tell which one we’re talking to. One day, we’ll have a navy song about all the Steve McMillans who were sailors,” Wolf said.
“I’ll be sure to tell Hawk what you suggested,” Jazz said.
“Yeah, and thank him for sending you guys to help us out. My team will do the same for yours some day.”
“A pleasure.”
They snapped a salute to each other.
“Where’s Legs?” Cookie asked.
“She’s saying goodbye to Zainab and the other recruits,” Liam said, looking in the direction where a crowd of women had gathered. “She’ll be here to say goodbye, I’m sure.”
“You’ll take care of her, right?” Abe asked. “You know what it’s like.”
Liam nodded. Abe was talking about a soldier’s first kill. The men were worried about Ella and how she was handling it.
“Yes. I’ll take care of her,” Liam replied. In more ways than one. In fact, he planned to take care of that woman in so many ways, she’d
“Oh, but you do have one,” Abe said.
Ella frowned. “I do? What?”
“Legs!” Abe, Wolf, Cookie and Mozart said in unison, and then all four snickered.
“Why would you call me that?” She looked at them, puzzled.
“Ask him. He’s the one who called you that first. Several times.” Wolf pointed at Liam.
She glanced at Liam. He was leaning against a shelf, lazily perusing her, a drink in his hand. He was scruffy and looked like he’d been rolling in mud all day. And she still wanted to jump his bones.
“I could call you Bounce,” he offered.
“Oh, bet I could psychoanalyze that,” Cookie said, with a chuckle.
“Don’t or I’ll hurt you,” Ella warned.
“You better watch it, Cookie,” the SEAL named Mink said. Liam had told her he was a medic and she’d seen him working on Cookie. “She might shoot you in your other cheek. One painful ass is enough and I sure don’t want to look at your ass twice in one night.”
There was much bantering about Cookie’s injury after that, for which Ella was grateful. These SEALs were unmerciful with their teasing and she didn’t want the ‘Bounce’ nickname to stick.
Liam’s hand curled around hers. “You okay?”
She nodded. “I don’t know about tomorrow, but right now, yes.” It was going to take some time to get over her actions today. She pulled him away slightly and told him quietly, “I don’t want to be alone tonight.”
He looked into her eyes for a long moment, then said, “We’ll be on the next chopper out of here. I’ll get Sean to book us a suite.”
* * *
L iam shook hands with the SEAL team he’d been part of. He liked all the men and knew they would keep in touch. Wolf slapped him on the back.
“Come visit if you get back to the States,” he urged.
“Will do,” Liam said. “Maybe we can meet on Hawk’s island where there’s no possibility of being shot at.”
Hawk had a private piece of property that Liam had visited now and then. It was the perfect place for down time from everything. Come to think of it, it was the perfect place to get to know a woman better.
“That son-of-a-bitch owns a fucking island?” Wolf’s eyes narrowed. “What did he do, win the lottery?”
Liam laughed. “Nah. He inherited it from one of his grandfathers.”
“Let me guess. Grandpa Steve,” Abe said, dryly.
Jazz, standing nearby, chuckled. “So you all know about the Steves.”
Jazz was Hawk’s best friend and had spent a lot of time with the McMillans, so Liam knew him well. Being Cajun and from a family of mostly women, he’d once told Liam it amused him to be with a macho Irish family like the McMillans because they knew nothing about women. Which was so not true. Hawk, Liam always pointed out, had only to wag his finger and women would appear. Jazz always just gave him one of his odd half-smiles and shook his head.
“Not all the Steves, God, no. There are too many of them running around, including Liam here. At least most of them have an alternate name so we could tell which one we’re talking to. One day, we’ll have a navy song about all the Steve McMillans who were sailors,” Wolf said.
“I’ll be sure to tell Hawk what you suggested,” Jazz said.
“Yeah, and thank him for sending you guys to help us out. My team will do the same for yours some day.”
“A pleasure.”
They snapped a salute to each other.
“Where’s Legs?” Cookie asked.
“She’s saying goodbye to Zainab and the other recruits,” Liam said, looking in the direction where a crowd of women had gathered. “She’ll be here to say goodbye, I’m sure.”
“You’ll take care of her, right?” Abe asked. “You know what it’s like.”
Liam nodded. Abe was talking about a soldier’s first kill. The men were worried about Ella and how she was handling it.
“Yes. I’ll take care of her,” Liam replied. In more ways than one. In fact, he planned to take care of that woman in so many ways, she’d
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