Baby, It's You (Uncharted SEALs Book 5) by Delilah Devlin

cock, and then tasted it, her nose wrinkling. “I always wondered,” she said.
    He raked a hand through his hair. She was going to kill him. She asked every night why he was so stubborn, and every night he deflected, because he wasn’t sure.
    But he liked the way he felt every day as he walked out onto the porch and breathed in the air scented by the faint aroma of cattle in the distance and engine oil from the vehicles and tractors. He liked that he wasn’t ashamed of himself, didn’t hold a single regret over his treatment of her. He held her every night, but resisted his own impulses. Like he was paying his penance for so many sins. At some point, he’d forgive himself. At some point, he’d take her.
    But not until he was sure where that action would lead them.
    After using the bathroom, he quietly dressed and stepped into the hallway.
    His father’s door opened. Ms. Davis curled a finger to beckon him. “He’s been waiting for you.”
    His dad was waiting because every morning after Carter left Melanie, he slipped into his father’s room.
    Today, Lee sat beside his bed. The two had their heads close together. When he cleared his throat, both men glanced up. Guilt kept Lee’s gaze from meeting his. His father’s expression was harder to read, but there was a glint of color in his cheeks that hadn’t been there before.
    “You’re looking well,” Carter said.
    “That her car?” his dad asked Lee.
    Lee stood and leaned on the windowsill. “Yup. She’s on her way.”
    “Quick,” his father said, flipping back his sheet.
    Lee pushed up the window and gave a whistle sharp enough to burst an eardrum. A couple minutes later two hands burst into the room.
    “Ready, boss?” one of them asked.
    Carter stood staring at the guilty expressions on the two older men’s faces. “Are you both out of your minds?”
    “Man can’t spend the rest of his days on his back and still feel like a man,” Lee said.
    His father nodded. “Make sure you give him my pills.”
    “Oh, yeah.” Lee plucked a small prescription bottle from the nightstand. “His heart stops, you put one of these under his tongue.”
    “Fucksake,” Carter muttered.
    “Don’t just stand there,” Lee said to the two burly hands.
    They moved in beside his father, seated him on the edge of the bed, then lifted him, their arms forming a chair.
    “We’ll take him down the same as we got him up,” one of them said, winking at Carter. “His wheelchair’s already in his truck bed.”
    “Jesus.” Carter followed them down the stairs.
    With his father, Lee, and himself all crammed into the front bench seat, the drive into town was a cozy one. Carter kept one eye on the old man. He dozed, and then would fall forward. Either he or Lee would brace him until he raised his head.
    “Just studying the backs of my eyelids, boys.”
    Carter snorted. “What’s the purpose of this prison break?”
    “I want a drink. A real beer. In the back of Shooters.”
    “That’s it? We couldn’t have had a real beer at home?”
    “I’m tired of looking at the same walls. And Lizzie hovers.”
    “Lizzie?”
    “Miz Davis. Woman thinks she owns me.”
    “She handles your man parts every day,” Lee said grinning. “I’d say she’s right.”
    “Wish they’d work. I’d give her a surprise.”
    Carter shook his head, wondering who the old man was sitting beside him and talking dirty about his old high school nurse.
    “I’m dying. Not dead yet.”
    The trip took twenty minutes. Once they pulled into the handicap space in front of the saloon, Lee slipped from the cab and got the wheelchair, which he deftly unfolded. Carter wondered if he’d facilitated breakouts before. He lifted his father from the seat into the chair, then waved Lee away. “I’ll push.”
    Inside, they found a booth at the back and rolled his father up to the end of the table. As soon as he stepped on the rubber brakes at the back of the chair’s wheels, a waitress was standing at