texted the message: If anyone is awake. Call me.
Within seconds, his phone rang. It was Bane. “What’s going on, Flipper?”
“Why are you up?” Flipper asked his friend.
“Feeding time. Crystal and I rotate.”
“Oh? You’re breastfeeding now?”
“No, smart-ass. The trio are on bottles now. What are you doing up?”
Flipper stretched out across the bed. “I couldn’t sleep. I tried everything. I even tried to hypnotize myself.”
Bane chuckled. “I guess it didn’t work.”
“No, it didn’t work.”
“So why can’t you sleep, Flip?”
He wasn’t one to kiss and tell, no matter who the listener was, so he said, “I still haven’t figured out anything about the situation down here and the CO and the admiral are depending on me.”
“Maybe they’re going to have to accept naval intelligence’s report that she’s guilty.”
“I don’t think so.” Flipper paused. “She cried tonight.”
“What do you mean, she cried?”
“Today was the first day of summer and there’s an annual laser show to commemorate the change in season. One of the laser displays was a salute to New York, where they did an awesome light replica of the Statue of Liberty and American soldiers. She got emotional and cried. Dammit, Bane, a person who is betraying their country doesn’t cry for those in the service. Call me a sucker for tears but I don’t believe she has a traitorous bone in her body.”
“Then it’s up to you to prove it. What about those two people who hang around her shop?”
“The woman who works for her and the tattoo guy? Both seem clean. But I will dig further. I have to.”
“Okay, but make sure while you’re digging for answers that you’re not burrowing yourself into something you can’t handle.”
“What do you mean?”
“I think you know what I mean, Flip. You were sent there to prove her innocence—not to prove she has a passionate side. Remember that. Good night.”
Flipper clicked off the phone and rubbed a hand down his face. Little did Bane know that after the kiss with Swan tonight, Flipper was driven to do more than prove her innocence, or her passion.
He wanted to possess Swan completely.
And he had a feeling the desire wasn’t one-sided. He’d seen the look in her eyes during dinner. He’d felt how her body had responded to his touch. He was certain the same sensations that rushed through him had affected her, too. Kissing her had been inevitable, something they both wanted and needed.
The genie called desire was out of the bottle and Flipper honestly didn’t know how to get it back inside.
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