Rhett strips out of his shirt, and holy mother of binary, I just ovulated so hard I think an egg fell out my nose.
I tell myself muscles aren't really my thing, but apparently I'm lying, and I can't convince myself otherwise. I don't even bother with the total bullshit that his tattoos aren't sexy as fuck, because they are.
~
Her touch is owning me. Claiming me. Everywhere her hands go, I'm hers.
I know this can't last - she's chaos, playing by her own rules, and I'm probably already in hot water with my chain of command for getting this involved with her problems - but screw it.
She's good for my soul.
Okay, so first off, with this being the ninth book I've read by Pippa Grant, I can safely say she is absolutely now one of my favorite authors. I have loved every single book so far, and this one is no exception. Pippa Grant is quickly becoming a new hero, now she just needs the super speed so she can publish half a dozen books every few months. Seriously I would read them, she can not write fast enough. It's been awhile since I read so many new books by the same author, in the same series/setting so close together. I try to space them out a little more so I can kind of savor it and so I don't run through all the published books too quickly. But I can't help myself with these, it's like literary heroin, I can only go so long without and then bam, I'm in desperate need of a ridiculous, hilarious, snarky fix.
In fact, that brings me to my next point. This book was so funny I basically highlighted the whole fucking thing. I wish I was joking, but I'm not, I went seriously overboard with the status updates, but that has nothing on the parts I highlighted to go back and re-read to see what I wanted to add to the review. Actually, give me a second, I'm gonna go count ……… I ended up with 13 status updates, which is way too many for a book of this size, but I just couldn't help myself. It probably would have been more if the updates weren't limited to the 420 characters. But those I mostly do for me, they crack me up at the time or whatever I like about them, but a lot of the time I use them to remember a book before going on to the next. Anyway, 13 is a lot but my "review highlights" are worse, sit tight ……… holy shit, I have 38, 38 separate entries in my little notes section. Obviously that's way too many to put in here, but I like to think of it as an indication of how much I liked a story. Something caught me eye and I liked it enough to pause, go back and highlight it. Almost all of these ones are scenes that made me laugh, usually out loud, with an occasional snort. A few are cute scenes between Rhett and Eloise. All of them made me love them that much more.
Alright, so on to the actual story. I liked both Rhett and Eloise whenever they appeared in the other books, but I loved them in their own. They might be one of my favorite couples, they're both ridiculously absurd. The story, while also ridiculously absurd (with the leg warmer bad guy) is still really good, but unfortunately the ending kind of stutters. The first 30 chapters flow along at a nice clip with banter, absurdity, smexy times, mystery, more banter, and weird hilarious text conversations. But the ending seemed rushed and uneventful in comparison. Rhett leaves on a Wednesday, he's back on Saturday, and he gives Eloise a quick run down about what happened during that time, and that was it. I will say, what he told her had happened, was a surprise to me. But considering everything they did to get to that point, a quick, pre-fuck conversation that is essentially wrapping up the loose ends in a neat, little bow is a bit of a disappointment. The little epilogue kind of helps take the sting off, but the ending just felt out of place. That's really my only complaint, and it's not nearly bad enough to overshadow how much fun I had while reading it, so I'm content to say 'it is what it is.' Regardless, I'll be quickly moving to the next one. Because, seriously, this woman may be my new hero.
"We'll have to be friends," he announces.
"Friends don't bang."
"Friends with benefits do."
"Not this friend. And maybe I don't want to be your friend. Maybe I'm only friends with girls."
He points to his nose, which is just this side of off-center, which is oddly endearing too.
Who am I, and what have I done with my normal brand of common sense? I don't go for big-muscled military dudes. They can snap me like a twig without even trying, and I can't hack my way out of that.
"You see this face," he says. "This is the face of a guy who respects his friend enough to not ask if he can watch you being friends with girls."
Okay, truth?
I'd bang him because that was a good line.
~
I snap a picture of a few things - like the leg warmer attached to the threat, because what the hell kind of message is that? - and let myself out of the twenty-story building the same way I came in.
By helicopter pack on my back.
Oh, come on. You believed me for a minute there.
I get to the bottom of the back stairwell and head past another dumpster of shame tattling on at least a dozen people for sending dick pics.
Eloise hasn't denied that being her fault, and I don't know if it's because she likes the idea of being responsible for outing dick pic senders, or if it's because she actually is responsible, like some sort of digital Robin Hood avenging women's eyes everywhere, and knows better than to incriminate herself.
She's chaos.
And she's in trouble up to her spiky hair.
And I'm hard as a pipe, because chaos in a little package with a smart mouth and a tight pussy is fucking irresistible right now.
~
And then my phone blows up with a group text.
Brooks: Whoa, apocalypse alert. Rhett took a day of leave. We need supplies and a bunker.
Gavin: I have beer.
Jack: I'll bring the beef jerky.
Brooks: Knox can bring the porn.
Knox: Book porn is my life.
Parker: I gobble I turducken wife.
Parker: ATF!
Parker: Truckdriver mansplain DUCK DUCK DUCK.
Gavin: Some days I think we should cut her out of group texts, but then she duck duck ducks us…
Jack: I love a good duck.
Brooks: You wouldn't know a good duck if it quacked up your ass.
Knox: I fucking love you guys.
Parker: And what am I? Gorgonzola masturbate?
Jack: Whoa.
Gavin: *masturbate hand gesture gif*
Brooks: *cheese emoji*
Knox: Rhett, you sick?
Brooks: Hold up, Mr. Romance. We'll see if Rapunzel has a fever after we're done mocking your wife.
Gavin: He has a point. Rhett never takes leave. We need to get a bunker stat.
Knox: Wait. Parker's asking if this has something to do with Eloise.
Jack: The freaky drummer chick?
Brooks: The one who tried to hump my arm?
Gavin: The one who gave her drumstick a blow job?
Rhett: Would you all shut the fuck up?
Jack: Whoa.
Gavin: Holy shit. You like her.
Brooks: Are you getting freaky with the freak-meister?
Parker: Shovel the fiduciary cup.
Parker: *hamburger emoji*
Parker: DUCK
Knox: Parker says Rhett, touch Eloise and die, but also did you find her? And the rest of you, quit mocking her friend.
Brooks: Texting with Parker is way less fun now that she has an autocorrect translator.
Gavin: Agreed.
Jack: *thumbs up emoji*
Two cops come out of the building and head to a squad car before I can throat-punch my family through the cell signal, and if you doubt that's possible, you've clearly never met a SEAL.
~
"I took care of a criminal so the authorities wouldn't have to. I did the world a favor. You're welcome."
"Oh my god," Parker's eyes go wide. "You-you're-how- fuck."
"What?" Willow says.
My sister points at me, then Eloise. "They're like…the same. He's a SEAL god. She's a hacker god. But the ego. The saving the world… Oh my god. I need a paper bag. I can't handle this."
"We're not the same. I don't have a dick. And if I did, it would be bigger than his." Eloise frowns. "Although that really would give me a third leg, assuming I was still short, because his is pretty-"
"Aaarrrrrggghhh!" Parker claps her hands over her ears.
"Nuclear," Eloise finishes with a grin.
"Dude, if your junk's radioactive, you should see a doctor," Knox tells me.
~
"You can't die not remembering the last time you had your dick sucked," I point out.
"I'm not going to die."
"Shut up and take the blow job, moron."
He huffs out a laugh, and if I thought his ass was glorious, that's nothing compared to the power of his smile.
I could tell you it could cause enough spontaneous ovulations to knock the world off its axis, but I'm a bad judge of traditionally hot.
All I know is, his smile's making me want to kiss him again. And cuff him to the bed. And do some Independence Day/Armageddon, the-world-is-ending type of making out.
I feel like Liv Tyler, but with smaller lips and shorter hair and a dude way hotter than Ben Affleck. No offense to Ben Affleck. He's just no Rhett Elliott.
~
"You still left," I whisper.
"And I came back."
He did. And my heart's trying to pound out of my chest to reach for him, even though he makes me mad, because he came back. "No one ever comes back."
"Eloise-"
"No one," I repeat. "Did you hit your head or something? Are you delirious from lack of sleep? Did you get your brain addled by aliens? Is this some secret government plot to figure out how I hacked into their satellites?"
His smile's growing warmer and sexier with every syllable I utter. "I fucking missed you."
"That was indigestion from too many Twizzlers."
I'm sitting with my back against a couch that Sia and Chase have most likely banged on at least a dozen times, with my legs splayed, my deodorant failing, and my worst attitude on full display. If this doesn't scream warning, warning, she will not become less crazy if you continue to express interest in her, I don't know what does.
"I missed that quick mouth," he says as if he intends to charm my pants off.