A winter vacation someplace exotic and warm? You bet!
Jenna Carlson, a young woman recovering from the wounds of her divorce, jumps at the chance to leave behind the cold Wisconsin winter and her job as a dental assistant to spend a vacation in Cancún. In fact, she may even have a fling to prove that her ex was wrong—she can have fun.
What can Jenna be thinking?
When her boss, Dentist Marcus Craig learns that Jenna plans to have a fling, he’s concerned. When he learns she plans to go to a private beach with a couple of local men, he’s downright worried. He follows her to Cancún to save her from taking foolish chances.
That Night in Cancún is the story of what can happen when you’re far from home under a tropical moon, with something to prove…
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Prologue
“Whacha doing?” Rob Michelini came up silently behind his buddy, Trevor Baird, who sat in front of the computer they all used to communicate with loved ones at home. He nudged Trevor’s shoulder.
“Just reading an email from MJ.”
“She must write you nearly every day. Are you sure she’s not more than a friend?”
Trevor shook his head. “No. We’ve been friends since junior high, but never more than that.”
Rob made a face. “Why not? You act like you’ve got a thing for her.”
“She was shy in school. Very sweet, but didn’t date much. To tell you the truth, she had a crush on me, but I wanted to play the field. You know, she was the kind of girl you got serious with. I wasn’t looking for that, but we used to hang out. She tutored me in English.”
“So what’s the deal now?”
“She emails me all the time. She has ever since I enlisted, right after high school. Tells me all the news from Ridgeview. Ever since my Papaw died last spring, I don’t have ties there except for people I knew from high school. She’s the person I’m closest to, I guess.”
Rob nodded. Your hometown left a mark on you. Even if you never wanted to go back, you still wanted to hear the news of people who’d been important to you when you were young.
“You going to stay here and get all the gossip from her or are you ready for chow?” As soon as he’d said the word, he heard scrambling from below Trevor’s feet. Maverick, his Belgian Malinois service dog, perked up at the suggestion of an impending meal.
As Maverick’s handler, Trevor had to react. “Wait,” he told his canine partner.
The dog immediately responded and froze in place.
“Okay, boy. Mangia.”
Maverick’s ears perked up at attention, as he waited for his slower human to connect the leash he used to walk them to the mess hall. Some people might not like a dog’s presence around them 24/7, but Rob understood the importance of the bond between the dog and human. He marveled at how in tune Trevor and Maverick were with each other at all times.
The dog trotted at his friend’s side as they moved toward the building that served the three-thousand military men and women stationed at the Forward Operating Base which functioned as a staging area for troops in this part of Afghanistan. The numbers changed daily as regular and special ops teams from different countries and branches of their military flew in and out on missions.
Their unit did its part, working with Afghan Security Forces to push the Taliban back and to clear the dirt-packed roads of IEDs and insurgents who seemed determined to send as many US and coalition forces as possible back home in body bags. Would this damn war ever end?
This was their third deployment in Afghanistan, and Rob couldn’t wait to rotate out. This was dangerous work, and too many friends had been killed or injured during their time here. He counted himself lucky. Having Maverick with them on patrols made a huge difference. He’d alerted them to buried explosives at least once a week since he and Trevor had joined their unit. As his handler, Trevor usually walked point, letting the canine’s sensitive nose hunt for danger. They’d learned to trust him implicitly, even if they didn’t see any signs of trouble. That was really the point: to let Maverick identify the location of explosives.
Once they arrived at the Mess Hall, Trevor gave Maverick a signal with his hand, and the dog promptly sat next to the bench at an empty table, motionless as Rob and Trevor filled their trays. Trevor set down a bowl of dog food for his partner and gave him the signal that it was okay to eat.
“I can’t believe how Maverick responds to you,” Rob commented.
“Yeah, we’ve spent a lot of hours building our relationship.”
“What’re you going to do when you leave the service?”
“With Maverick? I hope to take him home with me. They’ve changed the rules to let that happen. I guess it depends on the circumstances. I’m planning to stay in as long as I can stand it. Then I thought I might join a police force as a K-9 officer.”
“I could see that. You’ve definitely got the gift for training dogs to serve. Would you go back to Ridgeview?”
“I dunno. The only thing that might pull me there would be MJ.”
Rob shot his buddy a big grin. “Ah, just as I thought. You want to explore a relationship with that BFF of yours.”
“Well, yeah. You’ve seen
