You can call me Commander. My SEAL Team follows my lead, takes my orders, and acknowledges my authority. It’s not just that I’m in charge—it’s that I’m the best at what I do. You might think I’m arrogant, but if you follow my rules, we all come home. Cause and effect. Sure, I might be an asshole, but I’m the asshole in charge and I’ll keep you safe. The only trouble is, Hindi Alvarez never swore an oath of allegiance. She’ll never raise her right hand and vow to obey—she’s far more likely to flash me the bird because that woman hasn’t met a rule she didn’t intend to break. She’s spontaneous, sexy as hell, and downright dirty. She’s also the sole owner of an island for sale in the Florida Keys. I have cash and three weeks before I redeploy. But what should be a quick, straightforward business transaction is rapidly becoming something else. And when she demands I prove that I’m the right owner for her personal piece of paradise before she’ll close our deal, what’s a SEAL to do? Looks like I have one more mission to win…