THE VIXEN STANDING IN FRONT of me barely resembled my beautiful Mia. Her waist-length brown hair that had once carried the scent of coconut milk and vanilla beans was now tinted fuchsia and chopped off into a long, angled bob with spiky bangs. Her freckled skin was painted up like a streetwalker’s. Her soft curves were hard, skinny, angular. Her nails, which had always been kept short and pale, were filed into sharp points and polished black, like daggers. I fucking hated her full look. Like some bullshit revenge breakup make-under meant to ensure that I wasn’t attracted to her anymore.

It didn’t work—I still wanted her.

My eyes lingered on her small breasts and fell down to her hips. “There’s nothing I can do. No one remembers anything—and if they do, they aren’t talking. I’m sorry. For what it’s worth, I don’t think he’s guilty.”

“Of course he’s not guilty. But you can help him. You know the men on your team. You were there. We can find out who killed that girl. I’ll do whatever it takes. Maybe I could go undercover? I’m a chameleon. An actress, a makeup artist. I’ve reinvented myself so many times even you wouldn’t be able to recognize me. We can do this.”

This bitch was crazy. “You can’t be serious. You’re five-feet-four inches tall, one hundred thirty pounds. I used to have to open spaghetti jars for you. You think you can defend yourself against a SEAL? No way can you outsmart my team. Sorry, Mia. It will never work. You’re delusional. I could recognize you no matter how you changed.” I knew every inch of her body, the sound of her voice, the way her lips parted when she was embarrassed, the glint in her hazel eyes when she wanted her way, the flush on her cheeks when she came.

I loved you. Picturing her smile had gotten me through those long muddy nights freezing my balls off in the frigid water during BUD/S. Her faith, her love, her belief in me had kept me from quitting, from ringing that bell. Too bad it was all complete bullshit.

She touched my face, tracing the beard that hid the scar on my neck. “I just need one of them to talk.”

I pushed her hand away. My stomach churned, I couldn’t stand the sight of her. Couldn’t she see the hurt in my eyes? I’d once looked at her with warmth, love, devotion. Now only her betrayal lingered in the air. “SEALs don’t talk.”

She let out a laugh. “You did. You used to tell me everything.”

Smartass. My fist clenched. “Yeah, I did. Only because you were my girl. What are you going to do—fuck them all?”

A wicked smile graced her lips. “Why the hell not? I’m single, remember? You made it clear you never wanted anything to do with me again.”

My chest tightened. She was taunting me. The thought of her, my girl, being screwed senseless by my friends made my palms sweat. She was mine—only mine. She’d lost her virginity to me, and I’d always found comfort knowing that no other man had ever touched her. Images flashed through my head of another man kissing her, fucking her, making her come, her screaming out his name.

I swallowed hard and steadied my breath. “Stop, Mia. We both know damn well you were the one who fucked things up. Even if you were that much of a bitch and wanted to fuck me over more than you already have, none of them would touch another team guy’s woman. Especially since you’re also Joaquín’s sister. I only got away with sleeping with you because we started dating before Joaquín and I became SEALs. And no matter what you think, in their eyes, you will always be mine.”

She cringed, and I noted the look of shame on her face. Had she cheated on me back then? I would never believe that. Like a wild animal, I was confident that I could’ve sensed another man’s scent on my woman. Even so, Mia was hiding something from me. There was more to her leaving me than being too young for a serious relationship. Unfortunately, I didn’t have a fucking clue what her secret was. She never even gave me the chance to fix it.

She leveled her gaze at me. “Yeah? Yet you are sure quick to abandon Joaquín at the first sign of trouble. So much for leaving no man behind. You know if the situation were reversed, Joaquín would do anything possible to set you free.”

Dammit, I shouldn’t have let her in the door. This was already too intense, too emotional. “It’s not that simple and you know it. I’m under orders not to talk to him. I don’t have a choice.”

“Can you tell me about the girl who died? Who invited her? Was Joaquín dating her?”

I clenched my teeth. Some people thought that since I was a SEAL I’d have a wicked temper, but I had complete control of my emotions at all times. That composure allowed me the mental strength to point a loaded gun at my enemy and still be able to make a conscious decision not to pull the trigger. I’d never raised my voice to Mia, ever. Even so, she knew when I was pissed off.

“What the fuck? Do you think you can just walk in here like you didn’t rip my heart out and I’m just going to comfort you and fix this mess? I already fucking told you there’s nothing I can do. And I don’t owe you anything.”

Her chin dipped to her chest, her shoulders slumping. “I know you don’t believe me, and I don’t expect you to, but I had to leave. I didn’t have a choice.”

I looked back at my bed, the rumpled covers. I remembered watching Mia sleep in my bed, the way she always curled up in a ball, with Hero at her feet. I never told her, but she used to talk in her sleep, sometimes even said my name. “There’s always a choice. We aren’t in this together. My world started and stopped with you. All my friends told me that we wouldn’t work, that we didn’t have a chance because we were so young and because of my job, but I told them you were different. That you would have my back no matter what.”

Her voice cracked. “For what it’s worth, I’ve never even looked at another guy. I want you to know that.”

My eyes bore into her. “That’s supposed to make it better? That I’m the only man you’ve ever been with, but you still don’t want to be with me? Well, I wish I could say it were that easy for me. Since you left, I’ve fucked a bunch of girls, trying to get you out of my head.” But she was still fucking there every night when I closed my eyes. I prayed her face would soon fade from my mind.

Her mouth tightened. She wasn’t stupid—she had to know from her brother that I’d been with women since her. But she only had herself to blame. “Please, Grant, if what we had meant anything to you, please help me exonerate Joaquín.”

My eyes met hers, and I cupped her face, fighting the urge to kiss her. “You meant everything to me. You know that.”

She pulled away from me, her bottom lip quivering. “I came back.”

“You left me. Period. You can never come back.” As much as I loved Mia, I could never give her another chance. I refused to let myself rely on any woman after she had abandoned me. I didn’t need that type of stress. My job was consuming—my personal life had to provide me stability and comfort. Or at the very least, simple release.

“But—I need you.”

I’d needed her once also. Now, I needed her to leave. “I can’t help you. I’ll do anything I can to clear Joaquín, you know that. But my hands are tied. You need to leave.” I pushed her out of the entryway and slammed the door behind her, never looking back. I wish I could say it was easy, shutting her out of my life again, but her scent still lingered in the air, my heart remaining with it.

I hoped I never had to see her again, which was now a realistic option since her brother was in jail.

Still, my heart ached for her, and for my swim buddy. There was no way Joaquín could’ve intentionally killed that stripper. Maybe he’d just gotten too rough in bed. Regardless, the reputation of our team was now tarnished. The public was supposed to see us as heroes who rescued hostages from ISIS, freed boat captains from pirates, assassinated leaders of terrorist regimes. Not as a bunch of sex-crazed, hard-partying hooligans with no morals. The average American citizens would be blown away if they learned the truth about our lifestyle—just last month we had rescued some kidnapped USO cheerleaders from insurgents and my boy Pat had saved his wife Annie from a sex-ring in Aruba. We worked hard, we partied harder. And no way would I ever apologize for what any of us had to do to relieve our stress. The intensity of our lives was unfathomable to most.

Even so, Mia had been it for me. I’d once found enough comfort in her touch to forget my daily burdens. But no more. I would never allow another woman to distract me from being a warrior. Plenty of girls wanted to be fucked by a Navy SEAL, some real-life hero to step off the pages of their favorite romance novel. I was now more than happy to use them the way they used me. Mia was the only woman I’d ever loved, and when she left, I’d closed my heart to anyone else.