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“Have you talked to Haven yet?” I ask him, and crimson heat spreads up his cheekbones.

He clears his throat. “Yeah, just now.”

“How was she?”

He shifts on the bed. “Uh, she was… she looked really…”

“Okay, you know what? Don’t answer that,” I laugh, because I really do not need to see my brother getting all hot and bothered at the thought of his wife.

“How are you feeling?” Jason asks him.

Casey sighs. “Not too bad. It’s just, you know… with the stitches…”

And then he glances down at his biceps and peeks under his gown to check his torso.

I arch my brow, my heart aching.

How many injuries are there?

“They pull a little,” he admits, grimacing slightly as he tries to lift his arms.

“Did they say how long they’re keeping you for?” I ask softly, not so subtly trying to hint at the real question on my mind.

As in,are you staying on base or are you going to, you know…?

And the answering warmth in Casey’s eyes has anticipation thundering in my chest.

“Well?” I rasp, and, after a moment, he gives me the nod.

“You’re coming home early?!” I exclaim, and Jason brushes a kiss to my hair, chuckling as I squeal.

“Yeah,” Casey laughs, and then he flashes a smirk across to Jason. “They’re gonna send me home early so I can kick Coleson’s ass for dating my sister.”

Chapter 37

Jason

I rest one of my forearms over the back of the hot-tub, stroking my thumb back and forth over the smooth wooden ledge. And I rake my other hand through my hair, relaxing into the heat of the water as the steam rises around me, my workshop and the towering pines behind me while I keep my eyes focused on the back door of the house.

Because the view up the mountain in the afternoon might be incredible, but the only thing that I want my eyes on is currently making her way toward me.

Sunday opens the back door and pads gently onto the deck, a small smile playing on her lips as she toys with the belt of her baby blue robe.

It’s short – short enough that I can see everything down from mid-thigh – and I run my palm over my jaw as I meet her eyes with mine.

“Well?” I ask gently, my gaze flicking between her face and the hem of her robe.

And then she pushes the robe off her shoulders and I inhale a breath, heat shooting through my groin.

I push both of my hands through my hair, slicking it back with the hot-tub water, and then I crook two digits at her to come closer as she drops the robe to the outdoor couch.

She makes her way over to the hot-tub, the heavy steam swirling around the curves of her frame, and then she drapes her legs over the side of the ledge, tightening her ponytail as I wrap my arms around her waist.

I hitch her thighs around my middle and tug her gently into the hot-tub with me, raking my gaze over her new bikini as she caresses her fingers down the muscles of my back.

It’s that beautiful baby blue colour that I’ve seen her wearing all winter long, so as soon as I saw it in the store I knew that I had to get it for her. Seeing as she didn’t have a bikini with her and I didn’t want her to ruin all of her panties in the water, I figured that this would do just fine until we get the chance to go shopping for more stuff together.

“Looks like it fits,” I say gruffly, my palms squeezing her hips as I take it in.

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