Uh…she could start laughing hysterically before telling me to kick rocks.
Or Dig could be on to something.
“Maybe you’re right.”
“I know I’m right.”
“And so modest, too.” Beckett joked. “But just out of curiosity, what’s your take in all this?”
“My take?”
“Yeah, you know. Why the hell do you even care?”
“I don’t,” Digger growled.
His lips curved as he stared across the truck’s broad center console at the former SEAL. With a semi-serious tone, Beckett asked his friend, “Now, who’s shovelin’ bullshit?”
The same thinly veiled vulnerability seemed to fall over Dig as he said, “I’d just hate to see you always wishing you’d tried, that’s all.” A beat later, that same veil lifted, and the old Digger returned with a gruffly added, “And I’m getting damn tired of worrying about getting a bullet in my ass because you’re off somewhere thinking of her.”
Well, shit. What hethoughtwould be a day of shooting targets and talking guns had turned into a bizarre—yet surprisingly encouraging—dose of romantic advice from the last man on the team Beckett ever would’ve expected.
And now he had a choice. Continue pining away for a woman who may have already forgotten all about him or…
Call her.
Maybe Digger really was right on this front. And maybe, justmaybe, when Evie hears his voice again…she’ll be happy to hear it.
CHAPTER SIX
Later that same night…
“Okay,so be honest. Does this dress make my ass look big?”
Evie rolled her eyes with a chuckle and smiled at the woman filling her computer’s screen. “You look amazing, Lo.” She gave her best friend’s fashion choice an honest review. “As always.”
The two women had been friends since attending the same college orientation course their freshman year at Columbia University. Right away, Evie had appreciated Lo’s down-to-earth vibe. She’d also recognized how, despite the other woman’s wealthy upbringing—which practically mirrored her own—the sweet and sassy Lo acted as much like a regular Joe as anyone Evie had met since.
And she hadn’t lied when she told her friend she looked amazing. Even from this side of her laptop’s screen, it was plain to see the little black, strapless dress Lo had purchased for an upcoming date hugged the woman’s toned curves with perfection.
It didn’t hurt that the garment’s hem stopped a few inches above the knees, perfectly showcasing Lo’s long, former-model legs.
Subconsciously, Evie glanced down at her shorter, curvier legs, which were currently outstretched atop Lo’s plush white comforter. With her laptop balanced on her jammie-clad thighs, she wondered not for the first time what it would be like to be five-ten rather than only reaching her God-given height of five-five.
“That’s what you always say.” Lo’s long, wavy blonde hair swayed across the woman’s bare shoulders as she spun back around to face her computer’s camera.
Evie simply grinned as she responded with, “That’s because you always look amazing.”
“Whatever. Honestly, I don’t even know why I’m putting so much effort into this date. It’s not like anything will come of it.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Uh…yeah. Actually, I do.”
Evie’s head tilted slightly to the side as she pretended to reach deep inside her memory bank. “That’s odd. I don’t remember seeing ‘psychic’ listed on your website bio. And I’m pretty sure I’m the one who proofed it for you, so…”
“Hardy har har.” Lo rolled her pretty blue eyes. “Seriously, Eves. This is such a waste of time. I’m only going to be in town for a couple more weeks. After that, I’ll be back home to, hopefully, hang out with you before you have to go back to Portsmouth. So it’s not like there’s even enough time to get toknowthe guy, let alone try to start something serious.”
“Who says it has to be serious?”