What he tried not to concentrate on was the memory of the body that had so interested him. Keep your gaze and mind off his package and his ass, Instructor Canis.Hell, that was going to be the hardest thing of all.
As he was entering the café, Kaye, the owner, greeted him. “Hi, Blaze!”
She approached him with menus in her hand. Her welcome was warm and genuine. For some reason, the petite woman had taken him under her wing the minute they’d met. True, she was his mother’s age and thin, but not fit and trim like his mom. Her hair had been streaked professionally, and she wore it straight in the popular style of the day.
He slid an arm around her shoulder and gave her a little squeeze. “How’s my favorite girl today?”
“Doin’ great. How about the world’s best sharpshooter?”
“Probably not the world’s best, but just good enough, thanks.” Of course, just good enough was never an option for a SEAL whose mission was to save a life and come back alive yourself.