Chapter 3
Carter
Ridley Steel’s ass swiveled as she strode. I’d not seen a woman with perfect curves exactly like hers in years. Ridley reminded me of a long-forgotten dream. In the SEALs, my ex was hard and muscular, but Ridley had a sweet softness to her that made my c**k stand to attention.
Dora had hated anything too girly, which had been nice for a while, until I realized all we did was argue about money. And then she stepped in front of enemy bullets, which was my fault for breaking up on a battlefield and proof I wasn’t meant for relationships.
I walked behind Ridley to enjoy the view but kept my distance. I’d never have the pleasure of touching her in any meaningful way.
As I directed us to the kitchen, I noticed my chef now wore her hair bun, and hat, and her grimace. My fath
