When Dixon and Carson meet during a hurricane, neither imagined that moment would be the beginning of a new relationship.
Dixon White owns Billy’s Diner in Brevard County, Florida—right down the road from Patrick Air Force Base. He serves a lot of the servicemen and their families who live and work on the base and does it in honor of his brother who served as a SEAL until a motorcycle accident ended his life. When Dixon finds himself stuck in a broken down car just as a hurricane hits the area, he’s not sure how’s he going to get home.
Master Chief Sergeant Carson LaSalle is headed to the base when he drives by Billy’s Diner. He sees Dixon’s car there and stops, checking to see if everything is okay. He takes Dixon home, but can’t stop thinking about him.
After the hurricane blows through, both men meet again and the sparks fly. Possibilities open up for them to have a chance at finding love. They just have to be willing to try.
Publisher’s Note: This book has been previously published by Pride Publishing as part of the Aim High anthology.
Thunder crashed overhead and Dixon ducked, even though he was sitting inside his car. Lightning lit up the darkness, causing him to blink then grunt when he realized he couldn’t see anything. He pressed his fists to his eyes, rubbing while wrinkling his nose in frustration.
“You would pick this night to die on me,” he muttered as he slammed his fist against the steering wheel. “There’s a category three hurricane bearing down, yet I can’t get home.”
Dixon rested his forehead on the window while he tried to think of what he could do. His house was only two blocks from where he was and he’d already boarded everything up there before he’d come over to do the same with the diner. He’d sent Millie, Chris and Gary home while he’d nailed the last piece of plywood up.
“I should’ve known something like this would happen to me,” he mumbled.
More lightning and thunder slashed through the night sky, disorienting Dixon enough that all of his thoughts scattered. Something hit his passenger window and he jumped, almost hitting his head on the ceiling. Panting, he pressed tight against the car as the door across from him began to open up.
“I’ve got a gun,” he yelled, lying through his teeth and even if he had one, his hands were shaking so badly, he wouldn’t have been able to hit anything.
“I hope not. I’m already wet and I don’t want to bleed to death out in the middle of a hurricane.” A deep voice came out of the shadows and slid into Dixon’s body to settle in his groin.
Dixon wiggled a little then took a deep breath, but before he could speak, the voice said, “Is it okay if I get in? I promise I’m not interested in anything except getting out of this storm.”
He closed his eyes. You can deal with whoever this is. You’ll be fine, Dixon. His brother’s voice filled his brain, calming him. “All right, but it’s not much warmer in here.”
“That’s fine. To be honest, I’m used to being wet, so this isn’t too bad. It’ll ruin your upholstery though.”
A large man slid into the seat and all the oxygen seemed to disappear from the car. Dixon licked his lips as a pair of bright blue eyes met his. He cleared his throat before saying, “I’ve seen you in the diner before. You’re a pararescueman based at Patrick Air Force Base.”
“Yeah. I’m Master Senior Sergeant Carson LaSalle. My friends call me Camaro.”
Dixon frowned. “Camaro? Why would they call you that?”
“Carson. Car. Plus, I own a cherry nineteen-sixty-nine Camaro SS.” Carson grinned as he held out his hand to Dixon.