Love Unexpected (Navy Love Series Book 2)

By: JC Santo

Tegan



My sister has been gone for three weeks, and while I miss her dearly, I’ve had other things and people occupying my time. Although she’s been on multiple deployments, this is the first I’m experiencing first-hand since moving closer to her.

Tonight is one of those nights; this tradition is something Tessa and I started right around the time she got her license, and is one we still hold dear to our hearts.

It’s something we’ve now brought Jo into as well; it’s kind of like an induction in a sense. Either people think we’re crazy or they get a kick out of it just as much as we do. When we were teenagers, our mom even joined in with us a few times.

I swing by Jo’s apartment and pick her up. I pull up and honk, and within seconds her door opens. She emerges and makes quick work of locking up. I see that she dressed appropriately in a tank top and her Navy-issued sweats pulled up to look like capris. Her hair is piled up on top of her head in a messy bun. If it weren’t for the difference in their builds, she could pass for my sister as she makes her way to my car. Where Tessa is curvy, Jo is a little leaner. Jo also has an olive skin tone where Tessa’s creamy.

She hops into the passenger seat. “This is going to be so much fun, Bug. We both need to relieve a little stress.”

I smile and laugh. She, along with everyone else, has attached my childhood nickname to me. I'm no longer referred to as Tegan in most cases, but Bug instead.

She’s right, tonight is going to be really entertaining.

Jo sends a text to Marsh letting him know we’re on our way.

This is the first time I’ll have ever included a man in our ritual, but it’s Marshall. He’s entertaining as hell in a normal situation—I can’t wait to see how he does with our car version of American Idol.

I’ve heard many fun stories of my sister and these two doing this exact same thing over the past three years.

We pull up outside Marshall’s house. The ever-demanding Jo doesn’t stop when we make it to the front door, she just pushes it open with the heel of her palm. I’ve learned that this group is very open with each other; there doesn’t seem to be a lot of boundaries. They have created their own unique family.

Marsh is expecting us, so he continues with his phone conversation, although now it’s in a hushed tone as he slips into his room.

“Did you tell him what we’re doing?” I ask Jo.

She opens the pantry and starts rummaging for something to snack on.

“Nope.”

Marshall emerges from his room, off the phone and looking at Jo oddly.

“Is there something I can help you with, Ms. Fuentes?”

I let out a small chuckle. I love that he calls Jo Ms. Fuentes; it sounds sexy rolling off his tongue.

That’s one man who brings all the girls to tears when they find out that they have an ice cream cone’s chance in hell at landing him.

“What are you two troublemakers up to tonight? And to what do I owe this wonderful visit?” He looks between the two of us when neither of us jump to answer him.

“Marsh, it’s an Idol kinda night,” I say as an explanation. His eyes light up with excitement.

“Seriously?”

“Yep. I’m not understanding how we haven’t had one together yet.”

Marshall bounces up and down. “Holy shit! It’s been awhile since I’ve had an Idol night.” He stops promptly and looks to Jo. “Oh my God, are you bitches ready to get your asses handed to you? Jo already knows I kill it at American Idol.”

Jo’s head pops up in down in excitement.

“It’s true, his inner-queen emerges and he rocks the hell out.”

We all tease Marshall. He’s the manliest gay guy I’ve ever met. Had my sister not told me his preference to men over women, I would have never guessed.

“Yes,” Jo hollers. Marsh’s enthusiasm has obviously rubbed off onto her. “I need a night out anyway, and when Bug invited me to this, there was no way I could pass up the opportunity to sing out my frustrations.” I don’t know all of the details, but she’s been going through some stuff since I moved here. I hope that while Tessa is gone she knows I’ll be here for her if she ever needs someone to talk to. “Plus, I’m interested to hear you—” she points at me “—sing your ass off.” Her teasing is used to cover up her admission.

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