Chapter 1
CHAPTER ONE
“Hot enough for ya?” the naval officer asked as he held open the door for her.
Caite McCallan gave him a friendly smile but internally rolled her eyes. Intellectually, she knew the Middle Eastern country of Bahrain was going to be a lot warmer than she was used to feeling back in San Diego, but she hadn’t been prepared for exactly how hot it was.
“Thank you,” she told him after she quickly walked through the door and headed for the elevator.
She was running late this morning, otherwise she would’ve taken the stairs.
She wasn’t an exerciser. She’d rather be sitting in a chair on the beach with her toes in the water, drinking a margarita, than going to the gym, taking a jog, or playing volleyball for “fun.”
But since she’d been in Bahrain, she’d started taking the stairs to her third-floor office because her lack of movement was almost embarrassing.
There was no way she was going to take a run out in the heat, and she very rarely left the safety of her apartment, except when on the American naval base southeast of the city of Manama.
She impatiently hit the button and sighed in relief when the doors opened almost immediately. Caite slipped into the elevator and hit the button for the third floor.
Just as the doors were closing, a large hand caught them and they reopened.
Resisting the urge to sigh in irritation, Caite moved to the back of the small space, giving the three men room to enter.
She looked up at them with wide eyes. She’d been working in the country for four months now, and had seen her share of good-looking men in uniform, but these men, who seemed to take up every inch of space in the small elevator, were hands down the hottest men she’d seen yet.
All three had dark beards covering the bottom half of their faces, but it was the first man who’d entered who Caite couldn’t take her eyes off of.
“Lush” was the only way she could describe his dark hair.
It was longer than his friends’ hair, and she had the sudden urge to run her fingers through it to see if it was as soft as it looked.
All three men were taller than she was, but that wasn’t saying much, as she was only five-five.
He had dark eyes that seemed to latch on to hers when he entered the elevator.
His nose was a bit crooked, but it gave his face character.
He was muscular, and had a larger build than the other two men with him.
He wasn’t only taller than them, he was bigger in every sense of the word.
He made her think of late nights and cuddling on the couch.
“Morning,” the man said in a deep voice. His lips were quirked upward, as if he found something amusing, and Caite knew she was blushing.
“Hi,” she mumbled and looked down at the briefcase in her hands.
The elevator lurched as it began its upward trajectory, and Caite held her breath as she pressed her lips together. She wanted to flirt with the man. Wanted to have the confidence to look him in the eye and smile. But that wasn’t who she was.
She wasn’t exactly shy, but she didn’t have confidence when it came to men.
She was much more comfortable fading into the background and observing people.
She found out a ton of information that way.
Like the time she’d learned that her supposed best friend in high school secretly asked out the boy Caite had a crush on.
Or when she’d overheard one of her TAs in college telling a girl in the class, who he’d been dating, what was going to be on the final exam…
which subsequently helped Caite pass the class.
And when she’d heard a naval officer back in San Diego bitching to a coworker about how much contractors made when they volunteered to work overseas, when stateside employees didn’t get the same bump in pay.
Hence, why she was in Bahrain at the moment.
“I swear this place gets hotter with every trip,” one of the men grumbled.
“Global warming and all that,” another said, more to himself than his friends.
The third man didn’t comment. Caite kept her eyes on her fingers and willed the elevator to move faster.
“Is it always this hot in here?” the first man asked.
Knowing she couldn’t exactly pretend she hadn’t heard him, Caite finally looked up.
The man who’d asked had a closely cut beard and his hair was almost shaved on the sides, while longer on top.
He should’ve looked silly, but somehow, with his brown camouflage uniform, the style made him look handsome.
He was much leaner than the man who’d immediately caught Caite’s eye, and it was easier to see his lips as his beard was cut much closer.
He was the shortest of the bunch, probably only a few inches above her height, but somehow she still felt as if he towered over her.
Maybe because of the air of confidence surrounding him.
She nodded. “The AC doesn’t seem to work much in the elevators so it’s always hotter in here.”
“It could be worse, Ace,” the man she’d been secretly admiring said. “We could be doing PT out in the sun.”
“True,” Ace said and shrugged.
Just then the elevator made a loud clanging noise and shuddered.
Caite put out a hand to brace herself on the wall next to her and sighed in frustration.
“What the hell?” Ace exclaimed.
“Shit!” the second man said, as Ace let out another low curse.
Without fanfare, Caite placed her briefcase on the floor. She then leaned against the wall and lowered herself to sit. She was grateful she’d worn a comfortable pair of loose black pants today. She brought her knees up, clasped her hands around them, and settled in to wait.
She knew all three men were looking down at her in surprise. Before they could ask what was going on, she said, “This happens at least twice a week. You might as well get comfortable. The last time, I heard it was an hour and a half before they were able to get it running again.”
“Are you kidding?”
Caite looked up at the man she’d been ogling. “No.”
Sighing, he eased himself to the floor near her. With one leg stretched out in front of him and the other bent at the knee, he smiled and held out a hand. “I’m Blake. Blake Wise. Rocco to my friends.”
Caite stared at his calloused hand for a beat before reaching out. “Caite McCallan.”
“Hi, Caite,” Rocco said in a husky voice that made goose bumps race up and down her arms.
“Rocco, you can’t seriously be thinking about sitting here and waiting for them to get us out? We can just—”
“Sit, Gumby,” Rocco interrupted. He was still holding her hand, and Caite knew she was blushing once again.
“But—”
“We’ll just hang out here with Caite until help gets to us.” Rocco turned to her. “Do they know the elevator is stuck? I don’t see an emergency phone or anything in here.”
Caite swallowed and nodded. “I’m pretty sure they know. The last time, one of the people I work with was in here. He said within a few minutes, someone called down—or up, I don’t remember which—to him and the others stuck inside, and told them maintenance was working on it.”
Why was he still holding her hand? Caite had no idea. It felt good, but awkward.
Finally, he ran his thumb over the back of her hand and slowly let go. She clasped her hands together in her lap nervously.
Ace and Gumby finally sat on the other side of the small space.
“Not the way I thought we’d start our tropical vacation,” Ace quipped.
Caite’s lips twitched. Bahrain wasn’t her idea of either tropical or a vacation.
Obviously having seen her amusement, Ace said, “Hey, it’s warm, by the ocean, and we didn’t have to run five miles in the sand this morning. Sounds like a vacation to me.”
She looked at him and said, “But there aren’t any alcoholic drinks. How can it be a vacation without sipping a blue drink with ice cubes, sliced fruit, and a cute little umbrella?”
“I’ll never understand why chicks like that crap. I mean, what’s wrong with an ice-cold beer?” Gumby muttered.
“It’s gross,” Caite said without thought, then mentally smacked her forehead in exasperation. “I mean…it’s fine…if you like that sort of thing.”
The man next to her chuckled. “I take it you’re not a beer drinker.”
She glanced at Rocco and shook her head. “No.”
“It’s an acquired taste,” Ace said.
Caite nodded, but couldn’t take her eyes from Rocco.
His dark brown gaze hadn’t left her face, and it felt weird to have a man pay such close attention to her.
She’d gotten somewhat used to having guys stare at her since she’d arrived in the Arabic country, but the way Rocco was looking at her was different than how the locals stared.
She always felt as if they were judging her, and finding her lacking in some way, but that wasn’t the vibe she got from Rocco.
It was as if he could read her mind. Could somehow sense how attracted she was to him.
The thought flustered her, and Caite looked back down at her hands in her lap.
“Hey! Anyone in there?” a muffled voice called out from below.
“Yes! There’s four of us!” Ace yelled back.
“They’re working on getting you guys out of there. Just hang on!” the voice said.
“Will do!” Ace bellowed back.
After a long silence, Gumby said, “So, we might as well get to know each other. And I know these yahoos, but I don’t know you…” His voice trailed off.
Caite shrugged. “I’m Caite.”
“You said that,” Rocco replied, clearly amused. “Where are you from? What do you do here? How long have you been here and how long are you planning on staying? Got any plans for dinner?”
At his last question, her eyes swung up once more and met his.
She expected to see him smiling at her, letting her know he was teasing, but she saw absolutely no humor in his gaze.
She looked over at Ace and Gumby. They were smiling, but their amusement seemed to be aimed at the man at her side, rather than her.