The Complete US Coast Guard by M. L. Buchman

Author:M. L. Buchman
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Buchman Bookworks, Inc.

4

Sly was so psyched.

Ham was totally missing out and he’d get to rub it in for the whole upcoming flight.

In a town not known for having a lot of variety—especially because their crew kept coming to this same place to eat and drink—there were two new women at the bar. With their backs to him, he took his time moseying up to the bar.

He spotted the luggage covered in slicks. Mega-bonus: they’d just hit town. Too bad he was flying tonight. Maybe they’d be around for a while.

One was tall and had straight, jet-black hair down to her shoulders.

The other, much shorter, clearly had curves, and super-curly hair cut short.

“Hey, Teddy,” he sidled up to the bar. He handed over the order because he forgot to call it in. “And Harvey is whining about the horseradish again. Could you give me a container of mayonnaise instead or something.”

“And mess with my man, Harvey? Dream on,” Teddy grinned and headed back to the cook.

Then Sly turned. From the front neither bar babe disappointed.

As advertised from behind, the tall one was sleek. One of those Asian types—Chinese, Japanese, whatever. He could never tell.

The short one did indeed have curves, great ones. Lushly dark skin, and a sideways grin that said she totally knew that he was checking them out.

“His name’s Teddy?”

“No, but he’s built like a giant Teddy bear, so it works on him.”

“Less than you’d think.” The bartender planted a glass of water on the bar, hard enough to slop some onto Sly’s arm—not that it really mattered with how wet it was out there.

Teddy’s wink at the women proved he’d done it on purpose. Sly really didn’t need the trouble and waited until he’d moved off to pull some pints at the other side of the bar.

“So, you here for the surfing?”

The Asian chick looked at him in wide-eyed mystification.

The curvy black chick almost snorted her Coke with a bright laugh, so he riffed on it.

“It’s big here on the Coast. They even have an app that announces when and where the surf’s up.”

“It’s December, dude.” Her voice was low and throaty. Nice.

“Wetsuits. Year round. Honest,” he raised a three-fingered Boy Scout salute.

“What? You made Tenderfoot? Can’t believe they let you in at all.”

“I got to Star.”

“Oooo, Vera, we’re in the presence of greatness. Too bad he flunked out before he made Eagle Scout.”

Well, that gave him one of their names, but the wrong one.

“Actually, I had to choose whether I went Eagle or started lessons in—”

“Remedial ‘Being a Human Being’?” She was quick.

“Yeah, that.” He gave her a nod, conceding the round. —flying lessons. At least that’s where he would normally work being a USCG helo pilot into the conversation. But he liked her quick response too much to ruin it.

It lit up that killer smile again. “So, you’re, like, Mr. Surfing Man?” She held out her arms as if she was balancing and riding the waves.

“In this weather? Shit no. I’m not that crazy.”

And her laugh gave him that round.

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