Enrique slammed the door of his rental hard enough to rattle the windows and peeled out of the yard for the Triple Star Ranch. Fury and hurt radiated from his core, pouring out of him in the expletives of two languages and salty tears. He didn’t cry often, but Suzie’s accusation of dishonesty and infidelity dug into his heart like a rusty spoon. He might not be a Marine, but he lived by Semper Fidelis--always faithful to his team, his loved ones, and his country.
Especially his loved ones.
Aww glory, Suzie.
He’d never mentioned the condition that had taken him out of active service in the SEALs because it hadn’t been relevant to his life in the Leap Frogs or with her. And hell, if it didn’t matter to the U.S. Military, why should it matter to her?
The little ring box in his jeans pocket mocked him with its solidity as he headed back to Cheyenne to join the team at the hotel. He’d been all set to ask her to marry him, his sexy cowgirl doc, but then she brought up his medical history and how it spoke of risky behavior.
I’m a fuckin’ SEAL. My whole damn life is risky behavior.
He scowled at the road through his damn tears. How the hell did she know his medical history? She might be a doc, but she wasn’t his doctor. Who would’ve known those details?
The smug expression on Dr. Lyttle’s face when he left the med center filled Enrique’s mind. Local scuttlebutt had it the doc was sweet on Suzie, but she’d never returned his affections. Despite this, he’d been a jealous suitor. Was that how Suzie found out about Enrique’s history?
“Son of a pox-infested llama!” He roared the words at the road in front of him, but the blacktop just continued into the darkness without break.
Dr. Lyttle had revealed patient details to Suzie without Enrique’s permission. That was a breach in trust and doctor-patient confidentiality. He’ll probably say he was sharing between colleagues. But that breach ruined Enrique’s chances with Suzie, all because of one little detail.
He hadn’t thought it so important, but she’d looked at him with betrayal and distrust. All of his hopes and dreams, the life he’d hoped they’d have together, went up in smoke from that one omission. Everything gone, and he was on his way back to the team and an empty bed, with a broken heart.
Call me crazy, but I’d rather be shot at. Oh, wait, he had been. That’s how he’d met Suzie. And none of it mattered for shit. He slammed his hands on the steering wheel, but it didn’t stop the pain spiraling out from the hole in his heart.
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