dog.
Aside from his work with Bo, Cal was quiet and only said what was necessary, but if you listened closely you learned that Cal was a boy scout at heart, had a firm belief in right and wrong, and loved his sister and father with enough zeal to make her yearn for something she couldnât have. Falling for Cal was a mistake of a colossal size, but she was already halfway there.
On their second training session in as many days, heâd held back as they sparred, and sheâd gotten a solid jab in on his jaw. Not enough to do any damage, but enough that heâd stopped holding backâas much. She couldnât hold her own against such a hulk of a man, but she could do enough damage to escape. And Cal was working his ass off to ensure that she was tough enough to do just that.
Even though he was a massive and formidable opponent, he was taking the brunt of abuse as he taught her to strike weak spots on an attacker. How to use the flat of her hand on a nose, how to use the edge of her palm to strike a windpipe, how to take out a knee with a well-placed kick if she was on the ground. Molly felt more capable and in control, thanks to Calâs tireless coaching.
Danvers and Masterson had disappeared into the wind again. She was sure they were still trailing her, but they were like a pair of ghosts. More accurately, they were like a pair of hunters tracking prey. And Molly was more than happy to count them in her corner.
Cal currently sat in the corner booth, reading a dog-eared paperback with a cup of coffee cooling unnoticed in front of him. The Saturday afternoon crowd was leaving as the evening party crowd settled in for the duration. The music was louder, the crowd rowdier, and Cal seemingly paid little attention to his surroundings. The overly large and attractive man gained plenty of attention of his own, though. Women eyed him with interest, and men just eyed him warily.
Cal had spent the better part of every day and evening cloistered in the same booth, sometimes joined by his equally attractive sister, but usually alone with a book. Much like her brother, Lainey had become a staple at the pub.
After their dinner that first night, the two women had bonded immediately and formed a fast friendship. Lainey was in no rush to return back to Ohio, casually hinting that she was ready to make a change, and seemed to enjoy tweaking her brother endlessly about his non-relationship with Molly.
Even if Mollyâs heart was already invested, she had to keep it light and casual. Falling for Callum Eversman wasnât the smart thing to do. He was going to ship back overseas within a matter of months. They could pursue a long distance relationship or cut their losses when Cal returned to base next week. Neither option was a good one as far as she was concerned.
Either way, he was always going to be in constant danger, and never around. It was hard enough to come to terms with when it was your brother doing the leaving, but she couldnât even fathom watching the man she loved walk out of her life over and over again. Or possibly never returning. Molly reminded herself, again, that Callum wasnât for her.
For a Saturday night, they were on a skeleton crew, since much of their staff was down with a flu bug. Even Chief had missed his early shift. Tonight there was one cook in the kitchen and two waitresses working the floor, and Molly alone behind the bar. It was going to be a very long night from the looks of it. Chris was on his way in to offer a hand, but even with his capable help theyâd be running their asses off most of the night. Hopefully things didnât get out of hand. Sometimes working short meant it was easy to miss the signs of trouble brewing during the summer tourist season.
Molly glanced up from pouring a drink as Lainey entered the pub and lifted her sunglasses away from her face before scanning the room for Cal. Several men eyed her over their beers before she headed in her
Aside from his work with Bo, Cal was quiet and only said what was necessary, but if you listened closely you learned that Cal was a boy scout at heart, had a firm belief in right and wrong, and loved his sister and father with enough zeal to make her yearn for something she couldnât have. Falling for Cal was a mistake of a colossal size, but she was already halfway there.
On their second training session in as many days, heâd held back as they sparred, and sheâd gotten a solid jab in on his jaw. Not enough to do any damage, but enough that heâd stopped holding backâas much. She couldnât hold her own against such a hulk of a man, but she could do enough damage to escape. And Cal was working his ass off to ensure that she was tough enough to do just that.
Even though he was a massive and formidable opponent, he was taking the brunt of abuse as he taught her to strike weak spots on an attacker. How to use the flat of her hand on a nose, how to use the edge of her palm to strike a windpipe, how to take out a knee with a well-placed kick if she was on the ground. Molly felt more capable and in control, thanks to Calâs tireless coaching.
Danvers and Masterson had disappeared into the wind again. She was sure they were still trailing her, but they were like a pair of ghosts. More accurately, they were like a pair of hunters tracking prey. And Molly was more than happy to count them in her corner.
Cal currently sat in the corner booth, reading a dog-eared paperback with a cup of coffee cooling unnoticed in front of him. The Saturday afternoon crowd was leaving as the evening party crowd settled in for the duration. The music was louder, the crowd rowdier, and Cal seemingly paid little attention to his surroundings. The overly large and attractive man gained plenty of attention of his own, though. Women eyed him with interest, and men just eyed him warily.
Cal had spent the better part of every day and evening cloistered in the same booth, sometimes joined by his equally attractive sister, but usually alone with a book. Much like her brother, Lainey had become a staple at the pub.
After their dinner that first night, the two women had bonded immediately and formed a fast friendship. Lainey was in no rush to return back to Ohio, casually hinting that she was ready to make a change, and seemed to enjoy tweaking her brother endlessly about his non-relationship with Molly.
Even if Mollyâs heart was already invested, she had to keep it light and casual. Falling for Callum Eversman wasnât the smart thing to do. He was going to ship back overseas within a matter of months. They could pursue a long distance relationship or cut their losses when Cal returned to base next week. Neither option was a good one as far as she was concerned.
Either way, he was always going to be in constant danger, and never around. It was hard enough to come to terms with when it was your brother doing the leaving, but she couldnât even fathom watching the man she loved walk out of her life over and over again. Or possibly never returning. Molly reminded herself, again, that Callum wasnât for her.
For a Saturday night, they were on a skeleton crew, since much of their staff was down with a flu bug. Even Chief had missed his early shift. Tonight there was one cook in the kitchen and two waitresses working the floor, and Molly alone behind the bar. It was going to be a very long night from the looks of it. Chris was on his way in to offer a hand, but even with his capable help theyâd be running their asses off most of the night. Hopefully things didnât get out of hand. Sometimes working short meant it was easy to miss the signs of trouble brewing during the summer tourist season.
Molly glanced up from pouring a drink as Lainey entered the pub and lifted her sunglasses away from her face before scanning the room for Cal. Several men eyed her over their beers before she headed in her
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