True Navy Blue: SEAL Brotherhood, True Blue SEALs Series Premiere (2 page)

He was relieved. “So that’s where we’re going?” he asked.

“They should have brought
you
to the Emergency Room. Dobson didn’t do you any favors. He’d have probably let you bleed out, Zak.”

Dobson. Holy fuck, Amy Dobson’s father, the chief.
He let her take a drag on her eCig.

“Can’t believe it’s your first day back and already you’re in trouble. Surprised they didn’t arrest you.”

“They still could,” he answered.

Now he began to remember. It was his day back only to attend his enlistment party a few of his friends were giving him. He was to report to Indoc in three days.

Thank God they didn’t arrest me. This was way too close. Time to grow up and be smart if I want to really do this.
His SEAL career would be over before it started.

Then he thought about his Dad’s Camaro and was grateful he’d spent the night in jail. He had no idea what the old man was going to do when he woke up. Zak had completely blown his $65,000 ride. That cherry red beauty he kind of borrowed.

“I’ll pay you guys back for whatever the insurance—”

She gave him a long horse-face look like he had a purple horn protruding from his forehead.

“I promise. I will, Mom.”

“In your dreams lover boy.” She sighed. “I never had to give this advice to your sister, so I might as well waste it on you. I hope you keep some rich little thing happy, Zak. If you can manage to unzip it for just one lady, you’d have a nice life making someone happy. I don’t see it in you to be any kind of provider.”

“I’m in the Navy now. Maybe I’ll get killed and leave you the insurance policy, Ma.”

She slapped him harder than he thought she was capable of.

“Word of advice. Stay away from the Amy Dobsons of the world, Zak. They’ll make your life miserable, just like they always did.”

Oh yes, now it was coming back to him. The fog was lifting. That summer when he was dodging classes and staying good and wet inside Amy Dobson’s treasure chest. He’d fucked her so many times that year he thought perhaps his pecker would fall off. The girl was insatiable, used to multiple partners and always pushing the envelope faster than he could keep up. In the end, she tired of him and left him handcuffed naked to one of the oak trees outside the Admin building at Santa Rosa Junior College.

And then she called her dad, then Lieutenant Allister Dobson of the Santa Rosa PD, who got out his bolt cutters. He hesitated a moment, staring down at Zak’s penis, swearing under his breath, halfway making Zak worry his pecker would be clipped. Dobson released him with a grunt. Zak couldn’t help it if he was hung. Apparently that fact wasn’t lost on her father, either.

He got off with a warning and he had to promise he’d leave town by the end of the summer. He was flunking out anyway. The scholarship was toast and his world was looking pretty small.

“Son, you either go away to college, or you go into the armed forces, or you hang out in Vegas with drag queens. Makes no difference to me. But Amy is off limits in a most permanent way.”

No, Dobson, who had now made Chief, wouldn’t do him any more favors. And now he didn’t even get a chance to tell the Chief he was just passing through on his way to becoming one of America’s finest. Probably wouldn’t make any difference anyway.

They arrived at the Emergency clinic close to ten that morning. Zak’s mother already had one message from his dad asking where the Camaro was.

It was going to be a very long day.

‡

A
my Dobson got
a call from her friend Margrit at the Santa Rosa Police Department informing her that Zak had been held overnight. And he wasn’t alone when he crashed his father’s Camaro. He was with a girl.

Amy knew full well how much Zak’s father loved that vehicle. But that’s not what piqued her interest. She wanted to know about the passenger. Had Zak brought someone up with him to Santa Rosa? She’d followed his journey to Santa Cruz spying on him through Facebook. But this had come to an abrupt end when he joined the military. It was like Zak just dropped off the face of the earth with no posts on social media. Perhaps he’d blocked her.

She’d told herself whatever became of Zak was of no consequence to her. But it was an indisputable fact, when she was underneath some hulk of a guy who was trying his hardest to rock her world and cause the next earthquake, Zak’s was the face she saw as she tried to get off. Back when they were dating heavily, all Zak had to do was look at her and her panties would get wet. He had more sex in his index finger than most the guys she knew would ever amass during their lifetime.

“Who is she, Margrit?” Amy knew the clerk wouldn’t tell her, but she needed to ask anyway. She’d helped to get Margrit the job at her father’s station.

“I’d have to go check—let me—”

“No. I’m good. Was she okay?” Amy wondered if the passenger was Zak’s new girlfriend.

“Took her to Memorial. No serious injuries, and he didn’t go to the hospital, if you want to know.”

“You said that, Margrit. Said he was held over.”

“And released to his mother this morning,” Margrit said helpfully.

“Thanks.”

Amy played with the screen on the phone, scrolling down through pictures. She and Zak at the ocean. She and Zak with selfies in bed. She and Zak completely shit-faced kissing in that photo booth at the fair the summer she turned eighteen, the legal age. Except that hadn’t mattered to either one of them, since they’d been screwing since she was sixteen.

Even back then he was the only one who rang her chimes. He was the only one who didn’t fall all over himself to get in her pants. She loved that he tried to exercise restraint, and in the end, he would always cave. That’s the way he was. He was hers for as long as she wanted him, despite what he told himself, and despite whatever promises he’d made to some mystery woman who was in his car last night. Curiosity snaked its way up her spine as she wondered if he still felt the same way about her.

Rich Wilson, a new addition to her Dad’s force, was coming over to take her to the Police Community Day at the park. Her dad would be there, of course, and she allowed Rich to curry favor with him by bringing his daughter to the party. She didn’t like local cops as dates because they were more concerned about what her Dad was thinking than what Amy wanted, but today she would put up with Rich as a means to an end.

She fluffed her hair, adding some spray and fingering through it to add volume. Staring at herself in the mirror, she added a little extra eyeshadow and lip gloss over her red lip crayon. It was her reward for putting up with Rich. It made her feel a little naughty, wicked. Maybe Rich would get lucky tonight. What she really wanted was something else, but she refused to let herself dwell on it too much.

“You look awesome, Amy,” Rich said on the front stoop of her father’s house. He was attractive in his clean-cut way. He wore a dark polo shirt that hugged his nice torso. He wasn’t huge, just well-built and took pride in how he looked. Eyeing him as she passed, she stepped out the door and let her heels clickety-clack down the concrete pathway, wondering why she couldn’t fall for the really good guys. Oh yes, it could be a fun night, rocking his world, blowing his mind with some things she’d learned, but her appetite was tempered by the smell and feel of hot fresh sex with Zak. She couldn’t help it if she was addicted to him. The taste of his kiss and the feel of his hands on her was still something she carried with her every day. It was like breathing.

Young cops in his father’s Department always drove muscle cars or pickups with stick shifts. In either case, they didn’t hold a candle to the souped-up Ford with the bench seat Zak had in high school. His dad had helped him restore it. She loved the smell of the old leather seats and the way the crackle of the radio sounded as they parked and watched the lights, as if trying to find their story out there amongst the strings of twinkling gold and silver. There wasn’t any way to describe their relationship, really. They’d stare out at the jewel display, breathing hard, aware of the other, touching on that crackled leather seat. In the end the sirens always spooked him, as if her dad was sending a warning to him just before he did what he was no doubt going to do. She liked their little routine. Zak would protest, saying they shouldn’t get so physical again, and, in the end he’d lose to Amy’s persistence.

“We never talk,” he’d said one time.

“Seriously? You want to talk? With me?” Amy let her eyebrows drift up into her bangs. “Do you know how many guys want to take a taste of these?” She had pulled her shirt up and when Zak tried to take just a discrete peek, it was all over. His hunger burst forth like an exploded water balloon. They couldn’t get naked fast enough. Several times he fucked her before she could stop giggling at his urgency.

They never talked about what it meant. It was just assumed it was only sex, not a lifelong commitment. Back then, that was all it needed to be. As Amy looked outside her window, listening to Rich describe how awesome her father was and what a good leader and example he set for all the young recruits, Amy realized for the first time that she missed those carefree days. She considered, briefly, that perhaps it had meant something deeper, but then she brushed that consideration away like a dust bunny.

She let herself out of the car before Rich could get around to her side. “Dammit, Amy. I told you to let me get it.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Rich. I keep forgetting you are a gentleman. Just not used to it is all.” She smiled up at him and she could almost see his buttons melt as his chest extended. She gave him her hand as a peace offering.

They walked across the bumpy lawn area that sometimes doubled as a Rugby field to the gathering of long tables covered in red and white checkered oilcloth. She heard her dad’s gruff voice carry from the barbeque pit he usually manned, followed by several deep guffaws and some back slapping. He was a well-liked Chief, Amy noted, but he also had a temper and never forgot a betrayal, no matter how small. The respect he earned was more derived from his boundaries than his easy going nature.

Out of the corner of her eye, Amy saw that he’d noticed her arrival with Rich.

“Going to pay my respects to the Chief,” Rich said to her ear as he gave her a little squeeze on her upper arms.

“Fine,” she smiled back at the young policeman as she stifled a burst of irritation.

Margrit joined her. She’d come alone, as usual.

“Ginger Cooper. Not from here,” Margrit said, her cheeks bunched like those of a hairless chipmunk stuffed with peanuts. For a second, Amy wasn’t sure what she was referring to.

“Where’s she from?”

“Listed an address in San Diego.”

“Oh.” It wasn’t what Amy wanted to hear, finding out a girl from where Zak was stationed had come all the way up to give her competition. Amy knew she didn’t have any claim on Zak, but if this stranger was something special to him, she needed to know, for her own edification.

“Jealous?” Margrit’s horn-rimmed glasses and frizzy hair made her look dorky, like a librarian.

“Hardly.”

Margrit sighed and looked over at the gene pool, most of them with wives and children. “You don’t fool me a bit, Amy. You’re as addicted to him as he is to you.”

“Now you’re talking nonsense,” Amy said as she moved on.

‡

O
n the way
home from the hospital, Zak’s mother headed over to an attorney’s office. Zak had kept mum all during the hospital visit, halfway expecting they’d get a call or the police would show up saying they were going to arrest him. His mom seemed to be on the same wavelength and mirrored his silence.

He’d needed this chance, and now perhaps it was all going to be taken away from him. After finally getting himself together, going through the Navy’s basic training and an A school, he was finally allowed to try out for the Teams, something his recruiter had promised him. The Navy said they didn’t know anything about that promise. When he tried to reach the recruiter, the guy was gone.

So he’d begged and insisted, passing up opportunities to go to Submarine School, based on his test scores which were the highest in the class. He didn’t care. He wanted his shot at the SEALs. Finally his orders had come through after months of arguing and fighting with the bureaucracy. It would totally suck if today, because of one fuckin’ going away party and a pissed off father of his ex-girlfriend, all of that was going to take away the one chance he had to turn his life around.