“Nope, you’re good. I get it. You see this deployment with your daddy glasses on, as you should. Being Finley’s dad colors everything in this world, even Morgan. And you might flip your boyfriend lens onto a situation, like you did when you came to tell her about the deployment, but no matter what, your daddy lens comes first. It’s permanent.”

“Right. I can see that.” It was true. Morgan’s love for Fin only elevated my attraction to her.

“You aren’t using Morgan’s glasses,” she said again, then set up the laptop. “Before you two got together, Morgan would watch this video every night before bed. Some nights she’d watch it a hundred times.” She took a deep breath and muttered a prayer for forgiveness at my ceiling before she pressed play.

The background was a white wall with a picture of a Blackhawk helicopter and the tops of chairs. A dining room table. Then he slid into the picture, and I was faced with Will Carter.

He looked exactly like his pictures online, of course. Serious, clean-cut face, brown, wavy hair, brown eyes…and a delicate pair of aviation wings around his neck. Morgan’s.

A pang of jealousy hit me harder than I’d felt myself capable. Jesus, the guy was dead, and I was growly. He still owned the heart of the woman I loved, and I couldn’t even fight him for it.

He sighed, then looked straight into the camera. “Morgan. Elyse. Bartley.” He flashed a smile that transformed his features, but it faded quickly. “God, I hope you never see this. I hope that I get home from this deployment and delete this file so I can tell all of this to you in person. And yeah, I just got back from your place last night…” He smiled and looked away. “But there’s a lot I didn’t say, because it wouldn’t have been fair seeing that I asked you to wait around until I get home.”

Shit. Just like I had.

“So yeah, I’m praying you never see this. But…” He swallowed. “But if something happens, and you do, then I want to make sure you know that you are the most infuriating, stubborn, button-pushing pain in the ass I’ve ever known.” He nodded.

My eyes flew wide. What the actual fuck?

“They were always at each other’s throats,” Sam commented with a sad smile.