Liz Johnson - Navy Seal Security

Luke’s eyebrows pulled together, but the rest of his face remained even. A slow nod encouraged her to continue.

“I only caught that because it was time for renewal, and I had turned in my paperwork a bit early. Two days later they received another renewal with my name but a different address.”

“And that address...”

“Was a fake.” Mandy put her elbows on the table and leaned a little closer to Luke so she could keep her voice low. “It’s like there’s a phantom after me. No name, no address, no face. They’re always three steps ahead of the police.”

“And they’re doing a pretty good job of making your life miserable.”

Her gaze snapped to meet Luke’s. “Yes.”

He narrowed his eyes, the skin above his nose wrinkling. “And...”

“How did you know? That there’s more?”

“Identity thieves don’t usually jump to attempted murder in one leap.”

Murder.

The word made her tremble, and she closed her eyes, only to find headlights bearing down on her once again. Gasping a strangled breath, she looked up just as his hand rested on her fist. Jerking away, she squared her shoulders and forced her back ramrod straight.

Yes. That had been attempted murder just an hour before. She knew it. So did he.

“Why do you think the two are connected?”

She inhaled deeply through her nose and exhaled, like she perpetually told her patients to do. “Someone’s been in my home.”

His mouth dropped open. “Did you report it?”

“I couldn’t. I didn’t have anything to report.” The questions in his eyes didn’t require words, so she continued on. “It wasn’t a blatant breaking and entering. Nothing was broken or taken. But things were moved, just enough to let me know that someone’s been in there.”

“What are you doing to protect yourself?” His voice was firm, almost demanding, and his broad shoulders stiffened. Suddenly his boyish face turned stern, strict. “It’s not safe for you to be there alone. Not if someone is getting in and out without trashing the door or breaking windows.”

She offered him a half smile for his concern. “I know. I had an alarm system installed as soon as I realized something was off. The alarm hasn’t been triggered, and my stalker hasn’t been back.”

“Who else knows the alarm code?”

“Just the guy who installed it.”

Mandy gave herself a mental pat on the back as Luke’s muscles began to relax, his clenched jaw easing into a more natural expression. She was doing everything she could do to keep herself safe.

“Have you thought about a dog?”

Well, almost everything she could do. “I’m allergic.”

“Who’s watching your six?”

“My six?”

“Your back. In the SEALs we don’t go anywhere without a buddy. You can’t see behind you at your six o’clock, so you need someone who can.” When she didn’t immediately respond, he gave her hand a gentle nudge. “Do you have family nearby or a good friend?”

“I...” Her voice trailed off as a coolness settled over her. “My family is all back in Colorado. And we’re not very close, so when I came out here for school, I just stayed.”

“A friend, then?” His eyes were filled with hope as deep as the Pacific, and she wanted more than anything to give him the answer he was looking for.

She shook her head. “It—it takes a lot to get a business going. I have friends at Pacific Coast House—”

“Ashley Waterstone,” he interrupted, a little grin spreading across his face. “She made me come to see you.”

“I know.” Mandy pursed her lips to the side at the memory of Ashley’s call. She’d been nearly as intimidating as her six-foot-two SEAL husband when she’d told Mandy that she had a friend in need of help. Mandy just hadn’t planned on the man sitting across the table from her, his crooked grin and boyish charm a little too disarming. A little too much like Gary’s.

She’d made the right decision turning Luke away.

She had.

She was certain.

Almost.

Luke’s head bowed as his shoulders rose and fell in an even rhythm. He almost looked as if he was praying, until he glanced up without moving his head. “I think we both know that Ashley, Staci, Jess and the others at Pacific Coast House can’t afford to get mixed up in this situation. They have families to think about.”

His tone was filled with as much compassion as she’d heard from him, but it didn’t take away the sting of his words. The truth of them. She pulled her hand from where it still rested beneath his and hugged her arms around her middle.

She was going to have to face this alone.

Do not be afraid.

The words rang through her, true and clear, and she knew in that instant that she could face whatever was coming.

His mouth quirked to the side. “Of course, that wouldn’t stop them. I get the feeling they like you a whole bunch.”

A tear tried to force its way out, and she blinked it into submission, swallowing the lump in her throat. “I like them, too. And I’d never ask them to put their families in danger for me. I can do this. On my own.”

He tapped his long tan fingers on the table where her hand had been, and she suddenly missed the reassurance of his touch. But the warmth in his eyes wrapped around her heart.

She could face this. Whatever it was. Whoever it was.

“So here’s the thing. Those ladies, they’re like my big sisters. And their husbands, they’re my bosses and friends. If I let anything happen to you, I’m pretty sure they’d take out my other knee.” He chuckled at the half joke, but the truth about his injury kept his jaw tight.

“What are you saying?”

He shrugged. “I’m available.”

She knew what he meant, what he was offering. She just wasn’t ready to give him an answer. Accepting him meant allowing him into her life, and her track record with that had led to her very worst mistake. Even if this wasn’t a romantic relationship.

But refusing him left her out in the open, unprotected.

Neither was a good option.

So, instead of responding to his offer, she asked a question of her own, forcing her smirk back into place and hoping to make him squirm. Just a little bit. “Are you trying to ask me on a date?”

Without missing a beat, he winked and replied, “Whatever it takes to keep you safe.”

With a shake of her head and a low chuckle, she sighed. He was far too charming for his own good. For her own good. But his proposal was too important to ignore. “Don’t you have something better to do?”

“As a matter of fact, I don’t.” He thumped the brace on his leg. “I’m supposed to be resting my knee when I’m not in physical therapy. My life is looking pretty dull from where I’m sitting.”

“A SEAL without a mission...”

“About the worst hand a guy could be dealt.” There was truth in his tone, a longing in his voice to return to a life of significance.

Except...well, she wasn’t sure a guy in his condition could keep her safe.

As soon as the thought crept in, she laughed it away. He’d saved her from a speeding car while using crutches and carrying his dinner. And he’d kept his cool the whole time. He was capable, even with his injury.

But letting him help her also meant allowing a man back into her life. It meant being reminded of another relationship that had turned sour, that had turned her into someone she hated.

Do not be afraid.

She could handle this. She would handle this, by setting up the boundaries from the start.

“Just so we’re clear, I was joking before about you asking me out.” He raised an eyebrow in question. “There’ll be no—” she waved her finger back and forth between them “—dating.”