Wed to a SEAL (Hot SEALs) (Volume 8) (10 page)

“Yeah. Sure. Thanks.”

“Okay. I’m gonna go get you a plate.”

She nodded. “Okay. Thank you.”

He waved away her thanks. “No problem. Happy to, you know, help. So, um, yeah. I’ll be back.”

“Okay.” Smiling, she watched him back out of the doorway like there was a deadly tiger inside, rather than one woman breastfeeding a baby.

Lola had finished eating and was drifting off to sleep by the time Rocky’s soft knock came once again on the bedroom door.

Luckily, he pushed the door open an inch and peeked inside so she didn’t have to answer and disturb Lola.

She motioned him inside as she struggled to stand up without waking the baby. She needed to put Lola in her car seat. They’d both get better rest if the baby wasn’t in the bed next to her. She eased the baby into the seat and snapped the straps to secure her.

When that was done, she glanced up at Rocky. He stood awkwardly nearby, plate and fork in hand.

“Thanks for the food,” she whispered.

“No problem.” He glanced at the sleeping infant. “Can you come out to the other room to eat?”

“Sure.” She followed him as he turned and led the way to the living room.

It felt less like the middle of the night with the table lamp lit and a talk show playing on the television. Rocky put her meal down on the coffee table and motioned to the sofa.

“Sit and eat.” It wasn’t phrased as a request. More of a command.

She found herself doing as he asked. He was right. She couldn’t remember the last meal she’d eaten and now that the food was in front of her and smelled so incredible she was hungry.

The realization had been easy to ignore during the stress of the past day but faced with a mouthful of chili that tasted like heaven she could no longer ignore her empty stomach, which made itself known with a loud grumble.

She pressed her hand to her belly and cringed as she glanced at Rocky.

“Told you. You needed to eat.” He smiled.

The stress eased away a bit with every bite of food she swallowed, all while Rocky watched the show on the screen and gave her the time she needed to slowly unwind her tightly coiled nerves.

She should be used to stress by now. It had been her constant companion since the day she took that pregnancy test, but things had escalated quickly with the sudden reappearance of Tito.

The thought of him had her stomach clenching, but she took another forkful anyway. Even if she didn’t eat for herself, she had to eat for Lola. She couldn’t risk her milk drying up. It was too convenient to have the constant source of food for the baby in case they ended up on the run.

God she hoped it didn’t come to that. But she didn’t know how to make this town safe for them again now that Tito had found her.

There were still a few bites left on the plate when she set it down on the table.

Rocky glanced at the dish and then to her. “You wanna talk?”

Want to? No. But she supposed she needed to. “I’m supposed to work at the club tomorrow. My usual babysitter is my neighbor’s daughter but now I’m afraid to leave Lola with her.”

He turned to face her better. “Call in sick.”

“I need the money.”

“I’ll loan you money.” Again, his tone made it seem more like an order than an offer. This was a man who seemed used to making a decision and then seeing it through to completion.

She sighed. “That’s very generous of you, but taking time off from work and you giving me a loan is not a long term solution. What are we going to do about Tito?”

“Any chance he’ll give up and go away?”

Isabel let out a short bitter laugh. “Not likely. I hurt his pride leaving the way I did. He’s not going to walk away without getting back at me. Saving face.”

“Well maybe he’ll have to.” Rocky pointedly avoiding eye contact and focusing solely on the television had Isabel frowning.

“What are you saying?”

“Nothing. Just, you know, if he’s as bad as you say, there’s a good chance he could be on the run from the law at any minute. Then he wouldn’t have time to come after you. He’ll have more important things to worry about.”

Her eyes widened. “What did you do?”

“Me? I didn’t do anything.” Rocky’s expression was so innocent she almost believed him.

He turned his focus back to the television. “I’ll come with you to work tomorrow and sit in the back of the club. Make sure there’s no trouble. Ali and Darci will watch the baby.”

“You can’t offer that without asking them first.”

“Ali already offered to babysit if you needed her. I think she’s got a little baby lust. Jon’s not happy about it. Between you and me I think he’s a bit of a commitment-phobe, but it’ll be fine. No worries.” Rocky shot her a grin and then stood. “You done with this?”

“Yes.”

“Want dessert? There’s some berry cobbler left. Ali made it. It was real good.”

Cobbler. It sounded so normal, so comforting, so indicative of everything her life had been missing lately that she nodded. “Okay. Thanks.”

“No problem.” Genuine warmth shone through his smile.

There were genuinely nice guys in the world. Rocky was proof. It was a damn shame she hadn’t found a guy like him a year ago.

Too late. Tito’s existence in her and Lola’s life was a reality, ruining the chance of her getting a degree, or a good job, or a nice guy like Rocky—for at least the foreseeable future.

Rocky came back into the room just as the tears overcame her. He stopped dead in his tracks and looked at her with concern, the steaming dessert on a plate in his hand.

Isabel swiped away the tears. “Sorry.”

Shaking his head, he put the dish on the table and sat next to her. “Don’t apologize.”

“You’ve just been so nice and—” She couldn’t get any more words out as she started shaking.

Her chest heaved as breathing got more difficult the harder she cried.

He wrapped one arm around her shoulders and pulled her against him. She felt the support of his warmth and strength.

Rocky mumbled a string of colorful obscenities that had something to do with Tito. His creative swearing on her behalf, combined with how much safer she felt from even this small amount of contact, elicited a laugh she didn’t know she was capable of.

Drawing in a deep calming breath, she wiped away the last of the tears. “Thank you.”

“For what?” he asked.

“For making me laugh. For the food. For the bed. And the use of the truck . . .” The list was too long to name all he’d already done for her.

“That?” He let out a snort. “That was all nothing.”

She heard the subtext of the meaning behind his words without his having to say it.

The hard part was still ahead of them.

She glanced down at the plate Rocky had brought her containing the cobbler Ali had made, sitting on the table in Rick and Darci’s house and she realized that for the first time in months of being on the run, her biggest regret was not being able to settle down long enough to have friends like these wonderful people.

CHAPTER 10

He’d been at the club for fun countless times, which made it particularly odd being there today for this self appointed close personal protection assignment.
 

Enlightening
was an even better word than odd.

Rocky usually thought of himself as more observant than the average person. It came with the job. But it was becoming more than obvious that he sure as hell didn’t employ his skills of observation when he came to the club looking for mindless pleasure.

How many hours had he sat in this very room and never noticed the security cameras? And was the music always so god-awful and so loud?

His phone vibrated in the pocket of the jacket he wore to hide his shoulder holster. He pulled it out and saw Rick’s name on the readout.

He hit the button to answer and pressed it to his ear. “Hey.”

“Where are you?” Rick asked, though it was damn hard to hear him.

“I’m still at the club. Her shift’s got another two hours or so.”

“Any sign of Isabel’s Latin lover yet?”

Rocky hated that reference. It reminded him too much that a man who didn’t come close to deserving Isabel in any way had already had all of the pleasures with her that Rocky could only dream of experiencing.

“Nope. Just a handful of young sailors with their attention glued to the girls.”

And the three minutes that Isabel had been on stage in front of the leering boys had been pretty damn stressful . . . for both of them.

She’d kept her eyes on the audience, no doubt watching for Tito. Rocky had done the same, while keeping just as close an eye on the kids from the base to make sure none of them got out of line with her.

Then there was the other thing that he had to deal with—trying not to leer himself.

He couldn’t believe he’d never noticed Isabel before, because she was exactly his type. A dark-haired beauty rounded in all the right places.

Of course, he’d been away a lot and she had to be new here given the fact she’d had Lola only a few months ago.

“Tough job you assigned yourself there, bud.” Rick’s displeasure at the division of labor came through clearly in his tone and brought Rocky back to the conversation.

Even if he hadn’t heard the baby crying in the background above the sound of the music in the club, Rocky would have known Rick was unhappy.

“What’s up with Lola?” he asked.

“No clue. Darci and Ali changed her. Fed her. Danced around with her while singing songs. We’re running out of ideas here.”

“Not that I know what I’m doing any more than you do, but did you burp her?”

“I’ll pass that question on to the girls and see if they did.”

“I can grab Isabel and ask her if you really need—”

“Nah. Don’t bother her yet. She’s got enough to worry about. If we can’t get the baby settled down soon, I’ll give you a call back. Maybe I’ll call Thom.”

Rocky laughed at that. “I think you should. Why shouldn’t he get to share in the fun?”

“Right. Oh, and Jon just left. He said he’s going to keep an eye on the club parking lot. Make sure Tito’s not hoping to get to her there.”

“Good idea.”

Rick snorted. “My opinion? He just wanted to get away from the babysitting duty but yeah, it was a sound enough plan I couldn’t stop him from going. And there’s no way Darci will let me or Chris leave when she and Ali are stuck here with the kid.”

“Chris is there too?”

“Yup. One of the duties of dating my sister. He has to do what she says. But he’s as useless when it comes to babies as the rest of us.” Rick paused. “Oh thank God, she’s quiet.”

“What did you do?”

The sound of Rick walking was followed by a soft laugh. “It looks like Chris got the idea to put her on top of the dryer while it’s running.”

“Jesus. Is that safe?”

“She’s strapped in the car seat. We’ll have to watch and make sure the seat doesn’t vibrate off but hell, that’s worth it for some quiet.”

Rocky cringed at the image of Lola and the seat toppling off the machine. “Please don’t let her fall on her head.”

“Dude, I think four adults can handle one tiny baby.”

Rick hadn’t sounded so certain of that just a few minutes ago, but Rocky let it go. “I’ll call to check in later.”

“You just worry about Sanchez. We got it covered.”

“I’m calling anyway.”

“Fine. Talk to you later.” Rick disconnected and Rocky tried to not worry.

“Another water?”

Rocky turned to the bartender and saw the unhappy expression on his face. He reached for his wallet and pulled out a bill. “You can make it a diet soda this time. I’m sorry. I’m not drinking today.”

The hulking older man reached for a glass as he eyed Rocky. “You’re not watching the girls all that much either, so what are you doing here?”

“Just helping out a friend.”

The man glanced around the bar. “Well, you were here before them.” He lifted a chin in the direction of the seamen, all clad in NAVY T-shirts. “And they don’t look like they need any help from you, so I’m figuring it must be one of my girls.”