Two hours after leaving Austin, Sawyer was still awake, tangled up in twisted sheets with a boner the size of a redwood.He’d never claimed to be a monk. When you never knew where you were going to be from one day to the next, or whether you’d even survive another day, getting serious about a woman was the one risk he’d never been willing to take. He’d gone to bed with lots of women, some of whom had been Special Forces groupies whose lack of desire for any sort of commitment beyond a single night had suited him just fine. There were others he could have probably made a good life with. The problem was, he’d always broken those affairs off after a few weeks for the simple reason that they hadn’t been Austin.It was stupid to spend your entire life carrying a torch for a single woman, especially when their timing never seemed to be in sync. A New Age astrologer he’d spent a memorable few nights with when he’d been back in California for training probably would have told him that his and Austin’s stars or planets or moons, whatever, simply weren’t aligned.
