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an unemployed civilian either. And as I’ve explained… I’ve haven’t really felt like dating in the last year.”
    Melina smiled. “We both know your unemployed status is temporary. Plenty of women would probably love to be part of your civilian life, Beckett. I see lots of lonely women hanging out at the bars around base all the time. Looking like you look, I bet you could waltz into one of those places and pick up whatever lady flavor you wanted today.”
    Gower snickered at her efforts to discourage him. “You really think I look that good? Thanks, Gunny Angel. I think you’re real cute too, right down to your exceptional ass.”
    Melinda nearly choked on her outrage. “You know—you absolutely reek of desperate male when you say that shit.”
    Gower laughed and turned, covering her front as he twisted his body. He turned her face the short distance needed to put his lips gently on hers. Then he let go and relaxed back against the couch. Patience was not his best trait, but the woman beside him seemed to require it. He supposed he would learn if it lasted.
    “Maybe you’re right. What flavor are you, Melina Angel? Tell me and I’ll tell you what lady flavor I want today.”
    Melina bit her lip and tasted his kiss again. Her sigh was loud. “I’m plain vanilla ice cream, Beckett. You seem more like one of those pistachio loving men to me. We would never work.”
    Gower chuckled. “Pistachios? Those are green, right? Never liked them. Love vanilla ice cream though. You can put whatever you like on top of it if you want something different. It’s really the most versatile flavor… and highly underrated, in my humble opinion.”
    Melina ran a hand over her eyes, then scrubbed both of them down her face. “Let me clarify. Sex with you would be a very bad idea. My brain is screaming out warnings every time I look at you.”
    Gower bit the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling as he nodded. “Yeah. You’re probably right. I mean… what if you liked being with me? I don’t know if I could handle an experienced woman like you making all kinds of sexual demands. It might be too much pressure, even for my independently thinking dick.”
    “Now you’re mocking me,” Melina stated.
    “Only a little,” Gower agreed. Reaching out, he ran a hand gently over the wound on her thigh. “Leg still hurt today?”
    Melina shrugged. “Only when some stupid, good-looking bastard runs his hand over the wound.”
    Gower laughed and then leaned in for a genuine kiss, cupping his hand possessively over her thigh to keep from pressing down on it with the rest of his body. When he pulled away from the kiss and her, he lifted his hand and felt a wetness on it. He sighed when he saw blood on his palm.
    “Stitches, Melina. You need fucking stitches in that gash. Come on. I’ll drive you to base and bring you home. No arguments, Gunny or I’ll call in some fucking favors. Then you’ll have to go.”
    Melina looked at her bloody jeans and nodded. He was right about the stitches. And she’d just ruined another pair of jeans.
    “Okay. I guess the band-aids aren’t working. It’s nearly time to get the walking cast off anyway. Maybe I can bargain to get both things done while we’re there.”
    ***
    Gower’s presence at her side raised some eyebrows, mostly because no one on base had ever seen her accompanied by anyone out of uniform—not even her mother. She was surprised that there were no probing questions when Gower turned in her broken crutch.
    When the tech asked what happened to it, Gower had made some lame joke about her breaking it across someone’s hard head. While ironically the truth, no one there chose to believe it. Instead, they’d laughed and written down ‘ accident ’ on the turn-in form. It went better with them having to sew up her leg for an ‘ accident ’ as well.
    Melina snorted as she signed permission forms and agreed to get stitches in her wound. She also stipulated with the check-in