Golden amber eyes watched the moon glow off of Lake Pontchartrain, muscled frame leaning against the railings of the boat in contemplative silence. Beard had grown in, more mountain man than sexy stubble. The restaurant was thriving but only because of the well trained management and staff. Not that he would know, he hadn't checked in on his businesses in a while now.

Shirtless, the denim hung to hips and ass in a careless fashion, barefoot and  only clean thanks to the near OCD nature of the tiger demanding it. He had to go ashore. Not from some macho sucking it up factor. No much worse. He was out of booze.

The night she left and he knew she had ended any chance...Eyes closed briefly, the pain of the betrayl struck deep and he was still torn in wanting to choke the life out of her, or kiss her gently and whisper apologies, offer forgiveness. But since that night that she'd left, so had he.  Selling his truck and buying a piece of shit boat, loading it to capacity with beer, booze and steak.  He slept out on the deck, the underbelly had been to capacity and still was with empty bottles. Not exactly the poster child for having one's shit together.

With a heavy sigh, Maximeien moved to his suitcase and popped it open, taking out his cell and turning it on for the first time in weeks.  Ignorning the messages, he sent 2 texts. One to the manager of his restaurants asking the man to bring a vehicle to the docks and leave the keys for him. The second to Santana. A favor, though she owed him none. They had one thing in common...they both would do whatever it took for Jenna to be happy.

What he was asking wasn't simple, nor without consequence. But the crazy black tigress was the only one he knew crazy enough to do it and not worry about the effects on him. After all, no love lost with her either.