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  ~ Dedication ~

  To Dee, Mina and Julie. Because without your assistance, I wouldn’t feel as confident as I do.

  To my sexy biters: You girls are my rock!

  To my fantastic four: Iris, Sheri, Jennifer and Barb, because you love me.

  To all you readers: I LOVE YOU!

  A Hero’s Pride

  April Angel

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  About The Author

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  Chapter One

  Kayla glanced at the open email on her laptop screen. It was a message from her best friend about the blind date she’d arranged for her. Why, oh why did she say yes to getting set up? And with some guy that was the buddy of her best friend’s boyfriend no less. She’d met a few of his friends, and they were more the player type. Not her style at all. Then there were all the times her mother had attempted to fix her up. The experiences left her wary of the word “date.” She knew better than to allow herself to be talked into dates, especially with her bad luck when it came to men. But in a moment of weakness, she’d agreed.

  Dammit.

  There was no backing out at this point. Her date, Ryan Mitchell, would make the effort to meet her halfway. According to Sue, her best friend and perpetual matchmaker, Ryan was undergoing some kind of physical therapy. He was going down to Florida for some medical tests anyway. It gave them the opportunity to meet there before she headed over to her parent’s private island off the Florida Coast, Isla Dorada—The Golden Island.

  Beads of nervous sweat trickled down her back at the thought of what was coming. She glanced around her cabin and sighed. All the girls were still asleep. Their last day at the sleep-away camp had been a mixture of happiness and sadness. Kayla eyed the luggage lined up by each bunk. Tomorrow they were scheduled to leave, and she wouldn’t see them again until the following summer.

  Her shoulders slumped. Maybe she should rethink this whole blind-date thing. Her phone vibrated in the pocket of her shorts. She stood and walked out of the cabin before taking the call.

  “Hey, mommy.”

  “Kayla, really? ‘Hey, mommy.’ What are you, twelve?”

  Well she felt twelve. She’d been sleeping in a cabin with five twelve-year-olds. So maybe the childishness of the girls had rubbed off on her.

  “What’s up mom?”

  Her mother hated every one of the volunteer activities Kayla did. The daughter of a well-respected and wealthy Spanish family did not roll around on the ground with kids for weeks during the summer. If it were up to her mother, she’d be off in the French Riviera meeting a suitable man. The man would no doubt be one of her father’s best friend’s sons and some dull character to boot. Or, if her mother had her way, she’d be organizing charity balls. Nothing as mundane as playing in the woods with a bunch of little girls.

  “Kayla, tell me you’re done with your little…summer project.”

  If it were up to her mother, Daniella Santomas, Kayla would have had a completely different life. But even though they didn’t approve of some of her decisions, her parents were still there for her.

  “Maybe I’ll stay here and live in the wild with the girls, mom. That should be fun.”

  She loved adding wood to the fire.

  The sound of her mother’s exasperated inhale came across the line.

  “You know sometimes I think you say things just to see my reaction.”

  No, really?

  “Anyhow, I’m calling to ask if you’re still going to do it?”

  It had been her mother who called Sue and begged her to set up Kayla with someone. According to Sue, her mom had insisted that Kayla meet a new man before her birthday to bring her luck. Sue had laughed when she’d described the conversation to Kayla. Her mother had given poor Sue so many requirements that Sue had told Kayla’s mom she was better off buying Kayla a dog—something her mom had not found amusing.

  Kayla shook her head. “Yes, I am.” She didn’t divulge any of the details of her planned date. So far all she’d set up was dinner at the hotel they were both staying at overnight, not in the same suite of course, unless things progressed in that direction out of their own accord. Sue had said Ryan was a nice guy who was ready to start dating after a major life change while in the military. So Kayla hoped he would be a good fit for her new dating motto: No More Frogs.

  “Well, I know this is a good start. And if nothing comes of it, I hope you’ll consider seeing one of the men your father and I have been trying to get you to meet.” Her mother sounded hopeful. Time to burst that bubble.

  “I don’t think so Mom. We’ve discussed this before, and I’m not changing my mind.”

  She’d gone ahead with the extreme blind date idea because she was a divorced woman. She’d had the worst luck choosing her own men since then. None of the frogs, and there had been plenty of them, had been worth her time. The truth was that she’d promised herself that for her next birthday, the big 3-0, she’d start things off on a clean slate. And what better way to wipe the slate clean than to have the first date of her new age with a nice, hunky man someone else had chosen for her?

  “You’re not getting any younger, Kaylani Gabriella!” Ah shit. Her mom had used her full name. Things were about to get ugly. Her mother’s sharp intake of breath was followed by her usual rant. “Let me tell you that by the time I was your age, I had already married your father, had you and your brother, and was the CEO of my own company. I have tried so hard to help you meet the right men…”

  Kayla let her mother speak, completely ignoring what she said. Instead she looked around the campsite. She’d miss the girls and the other counselors. She’d been volunteering at the camp for a few years, and the day the girls left always got to her.

  “Mom… Moooom.” She grinned. Her mother wouldn’t appreciate being interrupted in the middle of her you-need-to-get-yourself-a-man speech. “I need to check on the girls. We’ll talk when I’m home. I love you,” she added, hoping it would soothe her mother.

  The hitch from the other end of the line made her smile. Her mom always went sappy when Kayla told her she loved her. “I love you too, my bebe. That is why I want to see you happy.” Her mom’s voice turned soft. “Good luck with the blind date, and remember that no matter what happens, we are here for you.”

  Kayla shut off the phone. She’d had shitty luck when it came to men, but her parents were great. Sure they were a little snobby, but nobody was perfect.

  * * *

  Ryan Mitchell sat on his bed with a huff. He was sweaty and tired, and he needed a shower. His prosthetic had been the only thing on his mind, until now. For the past few days all he could think of was the blind date coming up tomorrow. He stripped off his clothes and glanced down at his prosthetic leg in the mirror.

  Insecurity, something he’d never felt before he was injured, filled him. Social functions had turned into gruesome exercises of pity. So he’d stopped interacting with most people. And now his brothers had ganged up on him. Even the army counselor had told him he needed to do something to move on. Ever since he’d come home with a missing leg, he’d lost all interest in dating. It had taken some serious nagging to get him to relent and allow a friend of Cal’s to hook him up.

  A knock on his door sounded just as he was reaching for a towel. “Come in.”

  His brother, Calvin, gave him the once over. “You all right, bro?”

  Cal sat on Ryan’s bed as if nothing were wrong, but Ryan knew his brother wanted to make sure he was ok after all the exercise they’d done playing basketball. Ryan was still trying to get us
ed to the new leg, and this was the first time he’d played hoops with the guys since getting it.

  “I’m fine.” He clenched his jaw, hoping the pain would diminish once he soaked in hot water. At least that’s what the physical therapist had told him. He’d rather sew his lips shut than admit to being in pain and end up in a hospital with his mother hovering over him again.

  Cal grabbed a green, squishy stress-relief ball from the bedside table, threw it up in the air, and caught it. Then he did it again, settling back into Ryan’s pillows. Why Ryan decided to live next door to his brother, he had no clue.

  “Was there something else?”

  “So…the blind date. That’s tomorrow after your tests, huh?” Cal tossed, caught, and squeezed the ball in his grip. The soft material made a whining sound with each crush of the rubbery material.

  “Yeah.”

  His brother stared up at the ceiling and continued to torture the squishy ball. “So…I understand you don’t want her to know the extent of your injuries. Not backing out, are you?”

  Ryan might have tried to relieve Cal if he wasn’t lying on the bed all sweaty. “No, now get off my bed. You’re putting your funk on my blanket.”

  Cal caught the ball in his hand and smirked. “Dude, seriously, you need to get laid. The stick up your ass needs to be removed soon. It’s messing up your game. You’re not going to relax until you get some. I’ve heard she’s pretty, so don’t scare her by being all grumpy like you have been lately.” He strolled to the door. When he reached the bedroom entrance, he turned toward Ryan. “You sure you don’t need any painkillers?”

  Ryan didn’t fault his brother for his concern. They’d all had a hard time dealing with his situation when he’d come home half dead, but it was getting old.

  “I’m good.” Inhale. Exhale. Taking slow steps and ignoring the shooting pain, he made his way to the bathroom and shut the door.

  “Call me if you need anything,” Cal shouted. Ryan heard the stomping of his brother’s heavy steps as he headed toward the front door.

  Whenever his family brought a woman around for him to meet, all he saw was the pity in their eyes. He wanted someone who didn’t care that he’d been injured. His biggest reason for giving a blind date a shot was to see if there was a remote possibility that some random woman could like him even with his disability. It was time to put it to the test.

  He didn’t want to live like a hermit. Besides, it was worrying him that he wasn’t aroused anymore. At every turn his family had tried to set him up with single females, but all he saw were sad looks. And those sad looks reminded him of his loss. And that shoved all thoughts of getting personal with any of those women down the drain. That was not what he wanted in a relationship.

  Chapter Two

  Kayla stepped out of the limo and into paradise. The hotel was magnificent. Sunshine poured over the colorful Spanish style structure. Massive gardens surrounded the building, and a whitewashed-stone walkway led to the entrance. She stared at the hotel in front of her, wondering if it was a mirage. After being in a small camp in the Adirondacks, this was heaven. Her parents’ mansion was beautiful, but the view of this property was breathtaking.

  Once she got her room key, she rushed up to the top level where the deluxe suites were located. The hotel was top of the line, and Kayla was used to carrying around evening wear for formal parties her parents hosted. Thankfully she’d been prepared for any eventuality. Her in sweats and munching on potato chips was probably not what her date expected. Talk about a skewed first impression. Not what she wanted Ryan to see.

  She’d made sure to be there early so she could have time to prepare for the dreaded date. When the private butler assigned to her suite opened the door, she smiled. Sumptuous was the word of the day. Antique chairs, beautiful paintings, and a massive bed occupied the room. But that wasn’t the reason for her smile. A glass wall showed off crystal-clear ocean water. In a trance, she went straight to the balcony. The door slid open noiselessly. Tension drained out of her as she stood there, falling in love with the view. For long moments she just soaked in the salty sea air and sunrays.

  The click of the door told her the butler had left her alone. Thoughts of the night ahead made her stomach quiver. But she wouldn’t change her mind. Oh no. She’d come too far, and she needed a clean slate, a good experience to welcome her thirtieth birthday and view her life in a new light. No more frogs. And Sue had assured her that Ryan was a really nice guy she’d enjoy her post-birthday dinner with.

  Kayla took the longest bath of her life, careful to wash every inch of her skin until the scent of her favorite gel had embedded into her flesh. She allowed her hair to dry into its natural long, dark curls. Then she pulled out the underwear she’d spent an entire afternoon choosing. Once she was dressed, heeled sandals and all, she made her way back to the bedroom. A bottle of her favorite white wine had been left chilling in a bucket. Shaky nerves made her reach for the bottle and fill a glass without a second’s hesitation. Alcohol-induced courage was probably a bad idea, but she needed some way to get through the next few hours.

  It dawned on her that because she hadn’t opened the photo of her dinner companion, she truly was going on a blind date. Good god. What the hell was wrong with her? But it had completely slipped her mind. She hadn’t thought of the entire thing as a big deal until now that she was ready and waiting for the man to show up. For all she knew this guy may really look like a frog. On that thought she gulped the rest of the wine in her glass. She called herself all kinds of moron. Someone knocked on the door.

  Oh hell. She couldn’t do it. Nope. She’d have to apologize to the guy. She’d just tell him she’d had too much bad luck with men and even the prospect of a blind date scared the life out of her. She was sure this was the worst idea on the day after her birthday. A few quick breaths and another glassful—gulp—of the tasty wine and she hustled to the door.

  Jesus. Kayla glanced up to meet the gaze of the sexiest man she’d ever seen in her life. Oh, god. It was Chris Hemsworth! Well, not really, but… Omigod! Omigod! Omigod! She was going on a dinner date with Thor’s identical twin! Thank you, Sue. She had to give it to Sue, she’d checked off every box when it came to Ryan’s looks. Sexy? Check. Intense eyes? Check. Gorgeous mouth? Double check. And oh, yes, the body of a god? Hell yeah. It had to be the best birthday present ever.

  He was big and muscular and so sexy her entire body sizzled. Dirty blond hair hung in a shaggy cut around his ears. Piercing blue eyes stared down at her. For once in her life she had no trouble seeing herself as a woman willing to give blind dates the thumbs up.

  “Kayla?”

  Lord, even his voice was sexy. Raspy and deep, it made her want to do really dirty things to him. She nodded and stared some more.

  Ryan’s smile widened, and he wanted to shout at the top of his lungs. His cock worked! All it had taken was one look at the petite Latin beauty, and he was hard as a rock. Fire shot through him when he saw the open hunger in her eyes. She wore a clingy blue dress that showed off every luscious curve. From the top of her dark hair to the bottom of her electric-blue-painted toenails, she looked delectable.

  “Hi, Ryan. Come…come in.” Her soft, sultry voice had just a hint of a Spanish accent.

  He strode into the living area, taking his time passing her by. The room smelled of whatever she was wearing, a dark, musky scent that added to his arousal. His cock throbbed in his trousers, urging him to get a move on already. It had been so long since he’d been with a woman, and even longer since he’d touched one as sexy as the dark-eyed nymph in the room with him. Why would a woman that beautiful want a blind date? Men had to be throwing themselves at her. Insecurity pushed its way into his mind. But he’d seen the flare of arousal in her eyes when she opened the door. If nothing else, she found him physically attractive. That was a good start.

  “Did you…” She cleared her throat and glanced up at him. Her whiskey-brown eyes slowly raked up and down his body. “Did you wan
t to go down to dinner?”

  He wanted to do a lot of things. But before things went any further, there was something he needed to try. He stepped toward her and saw her eyes widen. Her mouth opened when she started to speak. Taking advantage of her parted lips, he swooped down and kissed her. Drinking in her gasp, he dipped his tongue into the sweet cavern of her mouth and explored. He threaded his fingers into the soft, dark curls and held her flush against him. Electric currents shocked every blood vessel to life. His cock stood to attention in his pants. She tasted of honey, wine, and sexy woman. Her hands strayed up his chest to curl around his neck. She moaned, a ragged little whimper, adding fuel to the fire consuming him.

  Ryan stepped away and glanced down at her flushed face. They both were panting. She blinked her passion-clouded eyes at him and hastily stepped back.

  “What was that for?” The tremor in her voice warmed him. Clearly the kiss had affected both of them more than he expected.

  “I had to know if you tasted as good as you look.”

  “Oh.” She licked her swollen lips and widened her eyes. “And?”

  “You taste better than anything I could’ve imagined.” He grinned at the pink staining her cheeks.

  “That’s um, good to know.” Her husky voice was like a smooth caress over his body, the velvety tone sliding over his skin and seeping into his pores. He passed a door and glanced at her king-sized bed. Shit, if he were to follow through on his dirty thoughts he’d have her on that bed moaning within moments. But he had to know how she’d react to his news before they went any further.

  She swallowed and stared at his crotch. Her eyes sparkled with interest. Then she bit her full bottom lip, and he almost groaned. Did she know what she was doing? When she looked up at him, desire was clear in her gaze.

  “We should eat.”

  Hell yeah. He was ready to drop down to his knees and find out just what she wore under that clingy dress, to taste the honey dripping from her slit and lick her over and over again. The sound of his heartbeat pounding wildly roared in his ears. All thoughts went straight to sex. With Kayla. To laying her on the bed and pounding her until he heard her husky voice scream his name. He watched the rise and fall of her chest under the thin material of her dress. With each breath, her breasts rose high above the neckline. The motion gave him an ample view of the full mounds and made his hands itch to touch them. If they were going to eat—food—they needed to go. He held out a hand for her to grab.