That one night changed his life, giving him a child that would forever alter the course of his life, and an ex that was a crazy nut case on the best of days.
With the help of his parents, he went into the Navy, becoming the SEAL that he always wanted to be. However, with that came a price.
A price he wasn’t willing to pay anymore once his little girl started to realize why he wasn’t there. So he came home and joined the local SWAT team, starting his life anew, just his daughter and him.
Then he meets the cute little physician’s assistant that looks down upon him like one would an annoying fly, and he finally realizes just what he’s been missing.
Something that takes his mind off of the challenge of everyday life. Someone that dares him to be a better father and cop.
And Lennox is one hell of a motivator.
Their relationship starts off rocky as the two of them circle each other like opponents ready to do combat rather than two civil adults. Every day brings a new battle for the two of them to overcome, and before they realize it, they’ll be fighting for each other instead of against each other.
Because there’s one woman who doesn’t want either one of them to be happy…especially not together.
“At least it wasn’t the thirty fifth like someone I know,” I snarled as I threw down my phone and went outside.
Feeling the need for an exhausting workout, I went outside and gathered up my axe and wedge, then took them to the large pile of wood I’d stacked in a heap at the corner of the house.
A tree had fallen a couple of weeks ago during a storm, and I’d cut it up with my chainsaw, leaving the large chunks to cut up for fire wood at a later date.
I’d been doing it nearly an hour when I heard wheels crunch on the gravel road that led up to my driveway.
I didn’t turn around.
I knew whom it was as soon as I heard the engine whine.
So the little coward had decided to finally show after three fucking days.
I felt her stare, but I never stopped chopping the wood.
Set the wood up on the stump. Swing back. Strike hard and fast.
I repeated it over and over, waiting on her to say something.
It took her a long time.
I counted thirty five pieces before she finally spoke.
“I’m mad at you,” she said softly.
She was crying.
I hated when she cried.
I didn’t stop, however.
I just kept going, waiting for what she had to say next. The only outward sign that I was listening was the bunch of my shoulders.
“You should’ve told me about her suicide the night she did it,” she said tearfully.
I whirled on her. “Is that right? And how exactly did you expect me to do that? I fucking called you seventeen times that night, and left you at least a fuckin’ million text messages. I know how to take a fucking hint.”
Her eyes widened at the vehemence in my voice, and she took a step away.
I was on a fucking roll, though, and really let her have it.
“All you had to do was be understanding. If you can’t handle this, what makes you think you can handle it when I have to take down a goddamned kid because he pointed a gun at his big sister?” I asked irately.
I walked past her, going inside to the kitchen to grab a drink.
I heard her stomping feet behind me as I walked up to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water, twisting the cap off viciously.
“I don’t like it when you’re right. It makes me mad when I have to admit that I’m wrong. I know I was wrong, but you were wrong, too,” she snarled.
I looked at her incredulously. “You’re so full of shit. You piss me the fuck off.”
She crossed her arms. “Well, maybe if I’m so full of shit, and I piss you off so fuckin’ much, we shouldn’t be together.”
I shook my head at her and gave her a droll look.
“We fight. We yell. You throw shit and I glare at you. That’s just how we are. We don’t have the type of relationship where it’s all hearts and goddamned flowers. We have the type of relationship that’s real. We fight hard, and make up harder. And you need to get over your fucking snit, because I’m so fucking hot for you that I might not be nice when you really need it,” I growled in Georgia’s face.
She tried to push me away from where I was pinning her to the wall, but she didn’t get me far. In fact, it was only the barest of millimeters, and that was only because I didn’t want her to hurt herself when she slammed her wrists against my chest.
“I fucking love you, Georgia. Get the fuck over it,” I yelled.