Page 14 of Loved by a SEAL

Rebecca laughed, and Sarah resisted the urge to glance over at Patrick. Her brother would certainly know they were talking about him. That SEAL intuition and situational awareness was the real deal.

“I told Alison that I’d teach her a few stretches to help relieve some of the pain in her back.”

“That’s so nice of you to help.”

“It should help a little. Some of her pain likely won’t go away until the baby is born.”

“I’m sure she’d appreciate anything at this point. Back pain is the worst.”

“You know what we do in the Navy?” Ryan asked, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. He stopped beside Rebecca, towering over her, and even though Sarah was standing across the picnic table from them, she felt his presence as strongly as if he’d bumped right into her.

His clean, masculine scent seemed to fill the air, and even though he was standing several feet away, she could swear she felt the heat coming off his large frame. Her gaze flicked from him to Rebecca, and she tried to ignore the strange undercurrent of electricity surging between them.

“What’s that, Captain Mitchell?” Rebecca asked.

“Ma’am, please call me Ryan.”

Rebecca laughed. “Only if you stop calling me ‘ma’am’ every time we see one another.”

He nodded, a brief hint of a smile tugging on the corner of his mouth. “Roger that.”

Thick biceps bulged from his polo shirt. A broad chest took up her line of vision. And as she looked up, steel gray eyes bore into hers.

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