Sexy SEAL Box Set: A SEAL's Seduction\A SEAL's Surrender\A SEAL's Salvation\A SEAL's Kiss (74 page)

“First-floor...”

“Balcony,” Sage finished, taking a glass of champagne from another passing waiter. “He liked the drama, but wasn’t a fan of anything physical. Like pain. Or work.”

“Except sex with mirrors,” AnaMaria intoned, grinning before sipping her own champagne.

“Exactly,” Sage agreed, figuring it was better to laugh through the pain. It was that or cry.

Was it too much to want a guy who was dedicated to what he did, had that deep passion for life—and the ability to please a woman without using strange kink? If he just had that, she’d put up with all of the negative qualities. Because if she was learning nothing else on this quest she called life, it was that everyone came with negatives. The trick was to find people who had more positives to balance that out.

Too bad she wasn’t having much luck on that score. She drained her glass in a single gulp, the bubbles hitting her fast.

“Sage, I want you to meet someone,” Nina said, her words as bright as her excited smile. The brunette slid into an empty chair and helped herself to a mushroom from AnaMaria’s plate. “He’s really cute, smart and single. You’ll love him.”

“How’d you know she’s single?” AnaMaria asked, shifting her plate farther out of reach. “Just a week ago she was sharing the awesomeness that was her rocker-boy.”

“He’s not here, is he?”

“So? That doesn’t mean anything where Sage is concerned. She never brings guys home. Even when she says she will, she finds a way to avoid it.”

“You’re right,” Nina said, her tone contemplative as they both turned searching looks on Sage. “Why do you think that is? Maybe she’s ashamed of us?”

“More likely she doesn’t want her guy to know she comes from such a normal upbringing.”

“Or perhaps she knows you’ll make inappropriate comments and embarrass us all,” Sage interrupted, rolling her eyes.

“There is that,” Nina acknowledged with a big smile, taking her next bite off of Sage’s plate. “So? What do you say?”

“To what?”

“To meeting this guy.”

“A fix-up?” Sage asked, cringing.

“Not a fix-up. A date while you’re home. What?” Nina said, her expression as innocent as she could make it. “Were you going to hide at your dad’s the entire visit?”

“I hadn’t really thought about it.” She hadn’t actually thought past where she’d snag some work to buy herself a plane ticket back to Seattle. Even though it was time to move on, she still had to pack up.

And figure out where she wanted to go next.

“So, give Jeffrey a chance while you’re here. A date or two. What’s the harm? You might find out you like him.”

“What’s he do?”

“He’s a doctor.”

AnaMaria laughed at the horror on Sage’s face.

“Um, no, thank you,” Sage said, waving both palms in the air to indicate the end of that train of thought.

“Why not? You’ve already tried the Indian chief. You might as well give a lawyer and a doctor a try.”

“He wasn’t a chief. He was a fire dancer,” Sage muttered. “And I’m not interested in professional guys. You know that.”

“I don’t see why not,” Nina muttered before launching into a soliloquy about this guy’s glowing traits.

Barely listening, Sage’s eyes cut across the hall to her father, who was drinking scotch and chatting with the groom’s father. As usual, it was weird to see the Professor without a book in hand. Her earliest memories were of him reading to her. She’d spent her toddler years after her mother had died playing at his feet while he worked at his desk, at home or at the university.

Her every memory of her father was colored by his dedication to learning. His avocation for amassing and honoring knowledge. A worthy goal, and something she was very proud of him for.

But that didn’t mean he was the kind of guy she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. Been there, done that. She wanted spiritual instead of cerebral.

“Give him a chance,” Nina persuaded. “He’s really cute. And isn’t it time you tried someone new?”

“Like guys are flavors of ice cream?”

“Hey, you’re the one who’s vowed to avoid vanilla.”

“C’mon, Nina,” AnaMaria said, nudging their friend with her shoulder. “If Sage wanted a guy like her dad, she’d just hook up with Aiden Masters. He’s got all those qualities going on, plus he’s got the best body of any guy who’s ever come out of Villa Rosa.”

They all paused for a second to pay mental homage to Aiden’s hot body, then Nina waved her hand through the air as if dispersing the image from everyone’s mind.

“Aiden isn’t here. And he’s not Sage’s type. Jeffrey is here, and while he might not be the type Sage has gone for in the past, he could be now.”

“No,” Sage decided adamantly. “Maybe I haven’t figured out what kind of guy is perfect for me yet. But I do know what kind isn’t perfect. As much as I adore my father, I don’t want a guy like him. Dedication, focus and intensity are all well and good. But I want more than that. I want passion and creativity and drama.”

“Drama leads to guys jumping off the first-floor balcony,” AnaMaria reminded her.

Ugh. Good point. But Sage shrugged it off, focusing instead on the delight of building her vision.

“I want a guy who makes me shiver with his insights,” she expanded, staring at the white wall as if the image of that guy would coalesce there. “One who has excitement and dedication and a soul-deep hunger for exploring the depths of the human experience.”

AnaMaria and Nina exchanged glances, then Nina shook her head.

“If I were you, I’d settle on great sex.”

“Sex?” Sage repeated with a baffled look. How could Nina equate sex to a spiritual nirvana?

“Sure. With the right guy, you’ll get all of that and an orgasm. Shivers, excitement, and deep exploration. What more does a girl want?”

Sage contemplated the last few months of mirror-focused sex and sighed.

What more, indeed.

Two weeks ago

“A
FTER
ALL
OF
YOUR
YEARS
of plotting and planning, of saving bridal magazines and making lists, you eloped?”

“A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do,” Nina said, looking so content Sage couldn’t even teasingly chide her. “Besides, I didn’t think you could get back until summer and I didn’t want to wait that long to become Mrs. Jeffrey Philips.”

“I can’t believe you married my doctor,” Sage said, laughing as she wandered through Nina’s new living room. Filled with thick carpets, rich wood and silk-covered furniture, it was posh to say the least. She wasn’t surprised that after less than two weeks her friend had already unpacked and settled in. Nina was good at that.

“Well, you weren’t going to date him. I figured I’d give it a try,” Nina said, stretching out on the divan with a contented look on her face.

“You said you’d never marry a guy who had a job that might come before you, remember? I can’t imagine a doctor doesn’t put his career in the top slot.”

Nina’s shrug was as luxurious as the room itself. Clearly priorities were adjustable if the bank account was big enough.

Hey, that might not be her way, but Sage couldn’t fault her friend. At least she knew what she wanted. Unlike some people who had spent over a decade claiming they knew what they wanted—even if whatever that was changed from year to year.

Sage pushed her hand through her hair, recently dyed back to her original golden-blond. After three months of bouncing from job to job in Sedona, Arizona—the woowoo capital of the desert—she’d finally accepted that she actually had no idea what she wanted. Or where she wanted it.

So she’d done what anyone would do. She’d slinked home without a word to anyone. She’d hoped to sneak into her father’s house and hide until she’d figured out what was missing from her life. But she’d run into the new Dr. and Mrs. Philips at the airport, of all places.

“You realize now that I’m settled, you’re the last one of our circle still single,” Nina pointed out, inspecting her manicure as if checking to see if she were up to the coming task of taking care of that little problem.

“No. No, no, no,” Sage protested, sinking into the chair opposite her friend and offering a look of horror. “No fix-ups. You married the last guy you tried to fix me up with, which should tell you how bad you are at matchmaking.”

“I have other guys in mind this time,” Nina informed her. “I’ve been making a list since Cailley’s wedding.”

That sounded ominous enough to send a chill down Sage’s spine. A list that long meant Nina was determined. A determined Nina was a pain-in-the-ass Nina. And Sage just couldn’t deal with it right now.

Not while she was fighting the horrible suspicion that everyone had been right about her for years. That, instead of being a free spirit in search of bliss, she was really a wishy-washy flake who’d never be satisfied with anything.

“That’s sweet of you to think of me,” Sage said quickly. “But I’m not available.”

“Of course you are.”

“No. I’m not.”

Nina gave a pitying click of her tongue, as if Sage thinking she had any say in this was funny.

“You need a guy. I’m going to find you one. The perfect one,” Nina stated. “Even if we have to go through dozens to get there. Which is fine, since I have a lot of options on my list.”

Good God. Sage shuddered. She had to stop this. Now. There was no way she was going to get her head together and figure out why her life was so blah if she was fending off blind dates.

“I’m not available,” she insisted. Maybe if she pretended to have a boyfriend, Nina would leave her alone.

“Why? Because you’re dating some schmo who you’ll dump in two weeks? That’s fine. I can wait.”

“He’s not a schmo. He’s a great guy. The perfect guy.” After all, why would she date an imaginary guy who wasn’t perfect?

“Who?”

Sage shrugged, trying to look coy while her mind raced. She wanted Nina off her back, or she’d be fending off fix-ups from her, AnaMaria and Cailley until she left town. But she was lousy at lying. She was a great dancer, though, so hopefully sidestepping would be enough.

“Is it serious?”

“I wouldn’t say serious,” Sage prevaricated.

“Then you are okay to date other guys.”

“Although we are talking marriage.” The words flew off Sage’s tongue before her brain even realized they were an option.

She wanted to grab them back.
Marriage?
Her? Nina was sure to laugh in her face, grab her phone and arrange Sage’s first fix-up date before she’d even unpacked.

Before she could grab, or think up a better lie to cover up her first lie, Nina flew into a sitting position, going from mellow to shocked in a single breath.

“Who? Who’s the guy?” Eyes narrowed, Nina shook her head. “The perfect guy, who you’re crazy enough about to stick with for more than five minutes, and willing to consider marrying, which means introducing him to your father and friends.”

She made it sound like that guy didn’t exist.

Sage frowned. She might have a point.

Then, like a lightbulb flashing on, she had it.

“Aiden.” She gave Nina a triumphant smile. “Aiden Masters and I are engaged.”

* * *

F
EELING
A
LITTLE
SMUG
and a lot relieved to be off the matchmaking hit list, Sage walked into her dad’s house, calling his name as she moved through the rooms.

She’d emailed last night to tell him she’d be here today. When she’d gone straight from the airport to Nina’s, she’d texted to let him know she’d be a few hours. His lack of reply hadn’t worried her. He always read her notes, but rarely replied.

But his lack of presence in his own house was starting to make her twitch.

She reached the study and stopped short, frowning.

She always found him in the study, buried in books, papers and his own brilliant thoughts.

Where was he?

“Dad?” she called again, heading back to the front of the house. “Are you here?”

“Sage?” Coming from the kitchen, her father pushed a hand through his hair, sounding confused. “When did you get home? I wasn’t expecting you.”

She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

It’d only been eight months since she’d seen him. What had happened? He looked horrible. Like he’d lost weight, color and half his life force. Her feet felt like they were glued to the floor with dread as he shuffled over to wrap his arms around her. Instead of being engulfed in the usual bear hug, it was like being patted down by a skeleton. And what did he mean, he wasn’t expecting her? Her frown deepened and a heavy knot took hold deep in her belly.

Before she could comment, another man joined them in the foyer.

“Dr. Brooke?” she said in greeting, sounding as confused as she felt. She thought that while her father respected their neighbor as a skilled oncologist, he also considered the guy as boring as dried mud. Now they were coffee buddies?

“Sage, I’m glad you’re home,” the doctor said, his expression gravely relieved.

“What’s going on?”

She looked from her father to the doctor then back again.

“Dad?”

“Sweetie, I’ll explain everything,” he promised, patting her icy hand. Despite his horrible appearance, he looked like he’d just won the lottery, discovered a time machine and had spent the weekend with a roomful of exotic dancers, combined. His huge smile was at direct odds with the dread in her belly.

“But first, sweetie, I want all the details of your great news. I hear we’re having a wedding.”

2

The present

A
HH
, V
ILLA
R
OSA
.

He’d been gone quite a while. Two tours and his last couple leaves spent in sunny places meant he hadn’t been back in well over a year. Long enough that Chief Petty Officer Aiden Masters wondered why he still considered Villa Rosa home. Or if he did.

For a guy that spent most of his life on a naval base, transferring from the east to the west coast and back and called an APO his mailing address, home was an odd concept.

There were plenty of odes to coming home in literature. Hell, Odysseus had spent two decades obsessed with the task. Movies were sold on the theme month after month. People made a big deal out of it all the time.