Authors: Aliyah Burke
Ernst hostage at knife point before he‘d recovered his memory. He‘d gotten
into a car accident into Montana and while there had met the woman of his
dreams, but couldn‘t even remember his name. When the Megalodon Team
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had gone up to rescue him, Ross had thought they were threatening the
woman he‘d come to love. Ernst held no animosity toward him for it; he
knew, without a doubt, he‘d protect Kacy to the same extent. Ross had only
done what‘d he been trained to do.
Waving off the apology Ernst said, ―There is no need to be formal
here. Call me Ernst. Or Ghost. I know you didn‘t mean to do it and no harm
was done.‖ Ernst liked the newest member of the Megalodon Team and his
attitude about their work.
―I‘m not keeping you from anything, am I, Ghost?‖ Ross asked as he
looked over the nice clothes Ernst wore. Everyone knew he was a jeans and
tee shirt–man.
―No, I got stood up.‖
―Kacy?‖ Ross asked, unsuccessfully hiding his grin.
Glinting eyes narrowed. ―Yes, Kacy.‖
―What happened?‖
―Before or after I slept with her?‖ Ernst blurted out.
Ross leaned back in his chair and looked at the highest-ranking non-
com on the Team. Normally so composed, seeing the raw confusion on Ernst
was shocking. Covering his mouth with one hand, Ross asked, ―Y‘all slept
together?‖ He was struggling to keep the grin off his face.
―Yes,‖ Ernst admitted. ―But then she tells me it was only a one-night
stand kind of thing. I guess she meant it since she cancelled dinner.‖
Ross nodded but remained silent, allowing Ernst to continue his ex-
planation.
―Dammit, Ross! There just isn‘t that kind of passion and emotion be-
tween two people if there isn‘t a deeper connection.‖ Ernst slumped back on
the couch. ―It wasn‘t just sex…
damn
good sex. It was more than that. Way
more.‖
Sitting up, he looked directly into the gray eyes of his friend. ―And
no matter what she says, I know she feels something. She keeps a picture of
the two of us under her pillow.‖
Ross observed and stayed quiet.
―I want to lock her up in the house and keep her to myself. She gets
hit on at jobs she does.‖ At Ross‘s raised brows, Ernst clarified, ―She‘s an
electrician.‖
―An electrician. That‘s impressive,‖ the Southern drawl said.
―This guy hit on her right in front of me,‖ Ernst snarled. ―It was like I
didn‘t exist!‖
Fighting a smile, Ross asked, ―What are you going to do?‖
There was silence in the room as Ernst thought. He rose and grabbed
two beers from his fridge. Still silent, he handed one to Ross and retook his
seat on the couch. After taking a healthy swig he said in a disgusted tone, ―I
don‘t have any idea.‖
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―Do you think she has an issue with the race thing?‖ Ross wondered
as he took a drink.
―She‘s scared.‖ Ernst told him. ―Of what, I‘m not sure yet. But there
is something in her past that has her spooked.‖
―Maybe she‘s scared of her family‘s reaction,‖ Ross suggested.
Ernst shook his head. ―She grew up not knowing them.‖
―In an orphanage or with foster parents?‖
―Jesus, I don‘t know. Man, I want to ask her so many things, but she
is so private. It‘s like I can see the walls go up and the doors closing around
her.‖
―Well, aren‘t you a SEAL? You are supposed to be able to go where
others can‘t.‖
Ernst frowned. ―So treat it like an Op?‖
―Not exactly,‖ Ross said. ―Look, I could be wrong here, but you
sound like a man in love. Like Harrier and Cade do when they talk about
their wives. Be her support and help her break down those walls.‖
―So put my experience to use and persevere,‖ Ernst translated.
―Basically. We‘re stubborn, hardheaded, and sometimes that is what
it takes to get the woman we want.‖
―How‘d you get to be so smart about women?‖ Ernst teased, know-
ing a lot of the trouble Ross was going through to get Dezarae to be his
woman in every sense of the word.
―I‘m not. I don‘t know a damn thing about ‘em, except that their
rules change all the time.‖
C H A P T E R N I N E
Kacy pulled into her driveway and jumped out of her older model
Volkswagen van, entering her house through the front door. Stopping in the
kitchen to brew a pot of coffee, she soon was standing under the pounding
spray of her shower. Rolling her shoulders, she touched the silver Ankh that
she had around her neck, its simple design bringing her comfort.
As much as she‘d wanted to see Ernst again last night, fixing the elec-
tricity in the orphanage was much more important. They had food that
would begin to spoil and children who were scared of the dark.
Having been one of those children, Kacy always put them first. It had
taken her a while but she had gotten the electricity back on, but her tired
body had taken the nuns who ran the orphanage up on the offer for a free
bed. Nevertheless, the cots there were not comfortable at all. She‘d slept for a
few hours before waking at five, eating with the sisters, and double-checking
her work.
The nuns had wanted to pay her for her work, but Kacy would never
take money from them. She would pay out of her own pocket first.
Dry, clean, and dressed in another set of clothes for work Kacy,
poured herself a cup of coffee in her travel mug and walked into the garage
to gather equipment to reload her van. She was going to pick up two genera-
tors for the orphanage and take them to them, then she would come home
and focus on the other jobs she had.
As the door slid up, Kacy stood in the empty spot her van usually ac-
companied and watched as a pair of jean-encased legs turned into a hardened
torso covered by a black shirt and led to a head that had short-cropped blond
hair and eyes that were a supernatural blue. Ernst Zimmermann.
It was seven-thirty in the morning and Kacy was obviously halluci-
nating. Shaking her head to clear her vision, she took two steps and froze. His
truck was parked next to her van in the driveway.
―What are you doing here?‖ Kacy asked as she hit the automatic lock
on her van. ―What do you want?‖ She set her coffee down and began to put
things in her van.
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―You know what I want,‖ he reminded her in a low tone.
―I have to go pick up a few generators. I‘m sorry about last night. Did
you get my message?‖ Kacy shut the van and moved back into the garage to
grab her briefcase and coffee.
―Yes,‖ his answering growl reached her. ―I got it. An emergency?‖
His doubt-filled gaze fell upon her.
Kacy answered immediately. ―Yes. It was an emergency.‖
―And I suppose you got hit on?‖
―Can‘t say that I remember, maybe by a guy named Adam.‖ Kacy
turned around and waited for him to get out of her garage.
Ernst was beside her in seconds. ―I forgot something.‖
Her brows converged in confusion. ―Forgot what?‖ She didn‘t see
him put anything in the garage.
―This.‖ His mouth was on hers until she sagged against him. Then
and only then did he pull away. ―Does Adam make you tremble?‖
Defiance flared in her gaze. ―I don‘t think that‘s any of your business.
But you can meet him if you want.‖
Ernst accepted and climbed into the passenger side of her vehicle. ―Is
he before or after the generator?‖
Kacy climbed in the van and looked at the blond next to her. ―Do you
want your truck in the garage?‖
―I think it will be fine. You have a nice neighborhood.‖
―It‘s your truck,‖ she replied with a shrug.
Rubbing his hand over the stubble on his chin, he said, ―Maybe
you‘re right. Give me a second.‖ Ernst jumped out and got in his truck,
moving it into her garage. He smiled widely as he got out, putting his
baseball cap on his head.
He walked back to where Kacy sat in her van waiting. Easily, he
swung in beside her, ―Ready.‖
―Don‘t you have to work today?‖ she asked, backing out of her dri-
veway.
―I just got here, trying to get rid of me already?‖ he teased.
―No,‖ Kacy said. ―Just curious.‖
―I‘m all yours unless I get paged back.‖
Sipping her coffee, she remained silent as she drove. Pulling into a
home improvement warehouse parking lot, she glanced at him. ―I see.‖
Grabbing her briefcase and one last gulp of coffee, she got out of the van,
setting the alarm she‘d installed as she and Ernst walked inside.
Although Ernst wished she would talk, he understood she was work-
ing and probably thinking over things. So he watched as they walked,
particularly the sway of her hips in the jeans she wore; observed the number
of masculine eyes that fell upon her as she passed; noticed the way her hair
swung in time with her full strides.
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Ernst saw her grab at a flatbed and beat her to it. ―I‘ll get that.‖
Nodding, she pointed to the left. ―Generators are back here.‖
He walked beside her, glad to be in her presence. She seemed com-
fortable. Relaxed. At ease.
A masculine voice broke into his musings. ―Hey, Chief.‖
Stopping, Ernst looked and saw another Chief from the base whom
he had drinks with on occasion. ―Chief Anderson. How are you?‖ Ernst
reached over and shook the man‘s hand.
―Pretty good. Frustrated. Who‘s this with you?‖
―This is Kacy Travis. Kacy this is Chief Anderson,‖ Ernst said watch-
ing, her reaction to the man.
Kacy put out her hand. ―Nice to meet you, Chief Anderson.‖ The
man was shorter than Ernst but stockier. He had a pair of sparkling brown
eyes and dark-brown skin with a shaved head.
―And you,‖ Chief responded with a grin.
―I‘m gonna go get the generators,‖ Kacy told Ernst as she grabbed
the flatbed.
―I‘m coming,‖ he told her.
―No, stay and talk. It will take me a bit. I have to grab some other
things as well. I‘ll meet you by the generators in a while.‖ She patted his arm
and began to stride off, not realizing or caring that both men were watching
her.
After a brief conversation, Ernst left his friend and sauntered in the
direction Kacy had gone. Rounding the end cap, he stopped when he saw
Kacy and four other men all talking and laughing. Fighting back his initial
jealous reaction, he moved upon the group.
―But, it‘s better now. That‘s where I am taking the generators,‖ Ka-
cy‘s sultry voice was saying.
―Hey, Kacy,‖ Ernst said, standing at the edge of the group and want-
ing desperately to be a part of it.
Copper eyes smiled as they looked at him. ―I‘m ready.‖ She turned
back to the group, ―Hey, guys, this is Ernst. Ernst, meet the guys. Tom, Paul,
Bill, and Howard.‖ They all said hello. ―I gotta go. Great seeing you again,
guys.‖
―Bye, Kacy,‖ Howard said.
―Don‘t be late to see Adam,‖ Paul teased.
―I don‘t plan on it. Bye, y‘all.‖ Kacy waved at them and pointed to a
full flatbed. ―This ones mine.‖
Ernst took control of it and as they moved down toward the register
he asked, ―Are they electricians too?‖
―Nope. They are independent contractors. Sometimes I wire the
houses they work on or build.‖
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The sigh of relief that left him surprised Ernst. They walked past the
lighting and fan section when they saw his friend again. He appeared
extremely frustrated as he stood in front of the ceiling fans.
―What is he doing now?‖ Ernst wondered as he pushed the full cart
to where his friend stood. ―What‘s going on, Anderson?‖
The look on his face was comical. He seemed close to tears. ―Ernst,
man, I am supposed to be installing fans but you know me. And I like these,
but man, I think they are a bit fancy for me.‖
―What happened to that guy you had doing it?‖
―He skipped out with the money,‖ Chief Anderson snapped.
―Man, I‘m sorry about that.‖ Ernst said.
―We have that thing tomorrow and she is going to kill me if I don‘t
get them in, so I am going to put them in and just not turn them on,‖ the
perturbed man said.
Ernst patted him on the arm. ―I don‘t know what to tell you.‖
Kacy stepped up and said, ―They aren‘t that hard to install. It looks
worse than it is.‖
―Hon, I am so bad when it comes to electricity it ain‘t even funny,‖
the Chief said.
―How many are you getting?‖ Kacy asked.
―Three. Why?‖
Kacy looked at Ernst who watched her with a gentle gaze. ―Do you
know where he lives?‖
―I know where he lives,‖ Ernst answered.
Is she really about to offer to
do what I think she is?
―I can install them for you later in the afternoon, say around three to
four,‖ Kacy told the bald man before her.
―Are you for real?‖ the man asked.
―I‘m an electrician,‖ Kacy said, not batting an eye.
―What‘s it gonna cost me?‖ he asked, Ernst nodding over her shoul-
der.
―Nothing.‖ She pulled out a card from her briefcase and handed it to
him. ―If you want to take me up on it, call my cell number. I have to go.‖