Sexy SEAL Box Set: A SEAL's Seduction\A SEAL's Surrender\A SEAL's Salvation\A SEAL's Kiss (46 page)

“No,” she said again. She gave him a look that made him feel like he’d crushed her heart. “No, Cade. We were really good together. But that’s not enough to make it long term. It’s not something you leave your job for. You don’t quit a career you love for a good time.”

Spine stiff against the accusation that he was quitting, Cade ground his teeth together to keep from arguing. After all, maybe, for her a good time was all they were?

“Is it my job? The risks?” He saw something flash in her eyes, enough that he figured he’d nailed the issue. Taking a deep breath, a part of him feeling like the quitter his father always declared he was while the rest was thrilled not to have to think about it anymore, Cade declared, “Don’t let that be a problem, okay? Like I said, I’ll be changing positions. There’s not much danger in yelling at recruits.”

“You won’t be happy walking away from the SEALs, Cade,” she told him, her words certain.

Since a part of him was currently doing backflips over the idea, Cade had no problem disagreeing. “I think I know what I want, Eden.”

“And I know what will make you happy. I know you inside out, Cade. You, the man.”

Cade didn’t know why he suddenly wanted to leave. To be done with this conversation. But the idea of getting the hell out of there before she revealed any of the truths in her eyes was so freaking tempting.

“Look, I’ve got a pretty solid handle on my happiness,” he lied. “Nobody knows me better than I know myself.”

“The man loves his grandmother,” she said, lifting one finger.

Before Cade could point out that description could be applied to most non-psychopaths, she took a step closer and continued.

“Despite being brought up to be a Class-A snob, the man prefers beer in a bottle and burgers in wrappers to wine and filet mignon.” Two fingers and another step closer. Cade was too proud to back up.

“The man is the kind of friend who goes to the edge for people he cares about. One who cares so much, he holds their loss in his heart in order to honor them.” Three fingers jabbed the air this time, but Cade could barely see them through his blurred gaze.

His jaw clenched against the barrage of feeling her words brought on. As if she’d opened that memorial he’d created in his heart for Phil and forced him to truly see it.

He was so engrossed in those feelings, he barely noticed that Eden was standing, high-heel-to-boot in front of him now.

“The man is so heartbroken, he’s willing to hide from the pain he feels instead of honoring where it came from. To take on a relationship he doesn’t want so he can ignore the one he’s lost.”

It was like getting sucker punched in the gut.

Who the hell was she to rip open the safeguards he’d built around his heart and force him to see what was inside?

“You’re a wonderful man, Cade. But you’re trying to use what you
think
we have to hide from what’s missing in your life. You’re trying to turn our little fantasy into something more. To convince yourself it’ll be enough to fill the huge, gaping hole that’d be left if you leave the SEALs.”

What a bunch of crap. But he was too used to standing up for Eden, to hurrying to her rescue, to say that to her face. But just because he didn’t tell her that she was so far off base she was writing fiction, didn’t mean he wasn’t thinking it.

Even as a part of him wondered if maybe she wasn’t just a tiny, little bit right.

“What we have is special,” he claimed, focusing on the only part of her argument he was willing to discuss. This was stupid. He wasn’t letting her cold feet, or whatever she was dealing with, ruin things between them.

“No,” she said, her words so quiet they almost flew away on the gentle evening breeze. “Like I said, we were just a fantasy. A wish.”

He could hear her swallow, like the words were a painful lump in her throat, before she continued.

“You came to my rescue, as always. But this time you didn’t even realize it. Our relationship got me more attention than anything I could have done on my own. The gossips, the busybodies were so excited about us, they made my business a success. And you, us, this affair—” Her voice broke. Then she lifted her chin and gave him a chilly smile. “This affair guaranteed my social standing in town. So, again, thanks for the rescue.”

“What?” No. He couldn’t have heard her right. Cade shook his head to try and throw off the buzzing in his ears. She was bullshitting him. There was no way Eden would use him like that.

“I’m a Cade-ette now. I’ve finally got a secure spot in Ocean Point’s social register. I won’t have to ever worry again about getting invited to all the right parties. You not only gave me a couple of weeks of incredible sex, Cade. You guaranteed my business would be a success.”

All he could do was stand there in the moonlight and stare at her. If she’d pulled a machine gun out from under her dress and opened fire, he couldn’t have been more shocked.

But she didn’t pull anything out. She just gave him a long, sad look, then turned on her fancy high heels and walked toward her house.

Cade just stood there, watching.

She never looked back.

He wanted to yell.

To punch something. To attack. To fight.

Cade wasn’t sure he’d ever felt as betrayed as he did in that second. He knew he’d never been as hurt.

Fists clenched at his side, he wanted to grab onto the fury, to revel in the anger. But the pain was so much stronger. He couldn’t use anger to hide from it, because Eden had never promised him any more than sex. She’d never indicated that she was fishing for a ring.

Nope, right from the get go, that night on the cliffs, she’d said she wanted the fantasy.

Could he blame her that she was willing to let the fantasy do double duty? To give her both pleasure, and a little security?

Still, not even losing Phil had made him feel this miserable.

He’d listened to Seth tonight as his uncle outlined all of the reasons why Cade should give the SEALs a break. The only point his uncle hadn’t made was that Cade had lost his edge when Phil had died in combat.

Because that was the only point that really mattered.

The one Eden had beat him in the gut with.

He wanted to go after her. To tell her she was right. That he needed to heal, but didn’t know how.

Except Eden didn’t care about that.

She’d gotten what she wanted.

She’d gotten her fantasy wish. A whole lot of good sex, and a Cade-ette T-shirt.

Instead of following her, though, he slowly made his way to his car.

As he started the ignition, he congratulated himself.

He should be happy. He’d escaped a potential nightmare. Changing his career, just for Eden? To give them a chance at a future?

What a mistake that would have been, given that there wasn’t any.

At last, not to Eden.

14

S
HE
SHOULD
BE
DOING
BACKFLIPS
.

Yesterday, she’d met with Mia Warren about trying out a partnership. Mia had an extensive client list, but no physical clinic to operate out of since the old vet she’d worked with had retired last year. Eden would get access to those clients, in exchange for Mia using the clinic one day a week. There were still a lot of details to discuss, but, so far, it was sounding like a dream come true.

She’d fielded four phone calls, happily turning down two requests that she serve on committees, had blown off Kenny Phillips’s offer of drinks and dinner sometime, and had accepted Crystal’s invitation to go shopping, on the condition that Bev join them.

And she’d only thought of Cade, oh, a million miserable times.

Not bad for a day spent wishing she was curled up in her bed, the covers drawn comfortingly over her head. That, or cozied up in McCall’s Bakery stuffing herself with chocolate fudge muffins, apple fritters and cheesecake brownies.

This pain would go away. The heartbreak, the misery, they’d fade. Eden figured if she kept promising herself that, sooner or later she’d buy into the hype and start believing it.

In the meantime, she’d just keep on moving forward. Enjoy the blessings that were rolling into her life. All she’d had to do to bring in all of those blessings was get that first wish out of the way, and then it’d snowballed. It had broken her heart, too, of course. She really shouldn’t forget that part of the equation.

But she was determined not to let it turn her into a whiny baby who hid her chocolate-smeared face under her pillow.

Her determination to keep that from happening was the reason she was here at the Oceanfront Country Club. She trudged across the parquet floor on her favorite pair of perky and cheerful ballet flats, wondering why Catherine had called this morning, insisting she come to breakfast.

“Eden, darling.”

Reluctantly pulled out of her reverie, Eden looked around. A genuine smile curved her mouth when she saw Mrs. Carmichael floating toward her in a brilliant blue caftan and earrings the size of gold dinner plates.

“Good morning.” Eden’s greeting ended in a surprised squeak when the older woman engulfed her in a hug.

“You are a miracle worker, my dear. My Paisley has never looked better. Those supplements and the diet changes you recommended are wonderful.”

“I’m so glad. You’ll have to bring her in to see Mooch again. I’ve never seen him take to a cat the way he did Paisley.”

“That’s exactly what I wanted to talk to you about. Adopting Mooch.”

“But I thought Mr. Carmichael is allergic to dogs.” Trying not to get too excited, Eden shook her head. “I want Mooch to have a loving home, but not at the expense of your husband’s comfort.”

“Pshaw, I think he’s more allergic to walking a dog than anything else. But, it won’t be my house Mooch will live in. My niece, Kelly, moved back to town. She wants a pet and he’d be perfect.” Mrs. Carmichael gave Eden a narrow look, then added, “Kelly’s about your age, dear. You come to lunch next week, and the two of you can get to know each other. You’ll be good for her. You can introduce her around, help her settle in.”

“Me?” Shocked, Eden shook her head again. “Don’t you want someone more, you know, in with the right crowd?”

“What? One of those society leeches like Janie Truman? That girl and the ones in her circle, they are all takers. You’re a sweet girl. You help, contribute, make a difference.” With that and a pat of her chubby hand on Eden’s shoulder, Mrs. Carmichael turned to leave. “We’ll have lunch on Wednesday at my house. Bring Mooch, please.”

Eden could only blink a few times and try to process that while watching the other woman float away. Well, look at that. More good news.

She wished she could be excited.

Sighing, she approached the hostess station.

“I’m meeting Mrs. Sullivan,” Eden told the woman.

The pretty redhead leaned forward to give Eden a big smile. “I’m so glad to see you. I was going to call this afternoon when I get off shift.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“My cat had kittens. Under the front porch, no less. One of them is tiny. I’m kind of worried and was hoping I could make an appointment to bring them all in to see you. I know it’s short notice, but maybe today or tomorrow?”

Eden blinked a couple of times, wondering if she’d heard right. “You want to bring your cats in to see me?”

“Is that okay?”

She should be excited. Business was great, everything was working out. Instead, she wanted to cry.

Keeping her chin stiff, she said, “Of course. Why don’t you bring them by anytime tomorrow?”

“Awesome,” the hostess said with a grateful smile as she came around the podium and gestured toward the dining room.

Eden followed her through the crowded tables, smiling at a few faces here and there. It was like walking through a sea of whispers. She heard her name, and Cade’s, at least a dozen times. The gossip never ended. That would follow her, an ever-present reminder of the cost of having her wish. A part of her wanted it to go away. But that’d mean giving up her time with Cade. And even though it had ended, even though her heart felt like it had shattered in two, she couldn’t wish that time away.

Blinking away tears, she was so focused on not breaking down, she didn’t see the other two people sitting with Catherine Sullivan until she reached the table.

Shock rocked her back so far, she was glad she was wearing flats instead of heels. Otherwise she’d have landed on her butt.

“Mr. Sullivan,” she greeted quietly, wincing at the slight gray cast to his skin. Obviously he still hadn’t quite recovered from his encounter with the glass of water the other night. And if his steely stare was any indication, he hadn’t forgiven her for it, either.

No matter. It was obviously going to be a non-forgiving kind of get-together, she decided as she shifted her gaze to the third person at the table.

Fury, frustration and a surge of love all twined together as Eden lifted her chin and in her chilliest tone greeted, “Hello, Mother.”

As far as parents went, Eleanor was a stunner. Traveling across the country had clearly agreed with the woman, who glowed like she’d just had a luxury spa treatment.

“Darling, it’s so good to see you.” Eleanor made as if to get up and offer her only child a hug, but Eden wasn’t having any of that. She quickly slid into the chair next to Catherine instead, so her mother had to settle for patting her hand.

“You must be surprised,” Catherine said in a gentle tone. She gave Eden a sympathetic look from those eyes so like Cade’s and smiled. “I was afraid if I told you who would be joining us, you might find an excuse to refuse breakfast.”

“I never refuse breakfast,” she said with the closest thing to a smile she could muster. “Actually, breakfast is my favorite meal. I’m especially fond of the stuffed French toast they make here. That, and the breakfast biscuits. They’re as flaky as they are light.”

“Eden—”

Eden’s jaw clenched. Before she could snap, Catherine sent Eleanor a chiding look, then gestured for Eden to continue.

“Speaking of breakfast,” Eden added, after taking a deep breath. “The special-blend kibble you ordered for Alfie arrived yesterday. I have it in my car to give to you before we leave.”