Page 2 of Loved by a SEAL

“True. Not unless you change your last name or something.”

“I can’t just up and leave my clients anyway. Maybe someday I’ll move closer. But more weekends here I’m definitely onboard with. Drinks, the beach, Friday nights barhopping on the boardwalk? Can’t go wrong with that.”

“Not to mention the eye candy,” Morgan said, waggling her eyebrows as a lone guy jogged down the boardwalk with his dog.

“Yep. Scenery’s pretty great.”

“The beach or the men?”

“Yes,” Sarah joked, grabbing another chip.

A popular song came on over the speakers, and she danced and did a little shimmy in place as Morgan laughed.

A group of men walking by their table paused, their eyes alighting with interest. “Are you ladies looking for some company?” one of them asked, beer in hand. “We’d love to buy you another round of drinks.”

Sarah’s gaze flicked over them—they were probably in their early thirties, just a couple of years older than her. They looked and sounded like tourists though, with New York accents and sunburned skin. Cute, but she wasn’t looking for a one-night-stand. Not that she’d be opposed to a summer fling if the right opportunity presented himself.

“How long are you in town for?” she asked.

“The accent gives it away every time,” one of them said with a wink. “Just for the weekend.”

Morgan raised her eyebrows but didn’t say anything.

“Aw, come on,” the guy said. “Us New Yorkers aren’t that bad. And don’t leave me alone with these guys all night. I could use a beautiful woman to keep me company.”

Another new song came blasting over the speakers. “I love this song!” Sarah said, bobbing up and down from where she stood.

“How about a dance then? We can grab a drink later.”

“One dance.”

She grabbed one of the guy’s hands, taking him by surprise as she tugged him toward the makeshift dancefloor near the bar inside. It was small and crowded, but she didn’t intend to dance all night long with the guy, just to let loose and have some fun.

They edged through the people crowding around the second bar inside the restaurant, and Sarah began to dance as they made their way into the middle of the crowd.

“Do you live around here?” he asked over the blasting music.

“Norfolk.”

“That’s what, an hour away?”

“Yep. I’m just in town for the weekend!” she shouted as the music got louder. She raised her arms and swiveled her hips, letting her dress and hair swirl around her.

He grinned down at her, his eyes casually roaming over her body, but the blasting music made any further conversation impossible. He was cute, with dusty brown hair and boyish good looks, but not exactly the type of man that made her pulse race.

She wouldn’t be dragging him off to any dark corners.

Sarah gestured back toward their friends as the song ended and another came on. The guy nodded and followed her off the dance floor, the music lessening as they got closer to the deck overlooking the ocean. Morgan was still at their table, laughing with the other men. The sound of seagulls and crashing waves competed with the music from inside as they walked back out.

Although one of the men was watching Morgan with interest, the second was occasionally glancing over at a group of women on the beach. Typical.

Sarah scanned the area, amazed at how quickly the tables were filling up, and did a double-take as she caught sight of a group of people in the far corner.

Her brother’s SEAL CO Captain Ryan Mitchell sat across from a couple, his muscular arms folded against his even more-impressive chest. His biceps bulged from beneath the casual, short-sleeve button down shirt he wore, and even though he appeared to be listening to the conversation at the table, his eyes periodically swept the deck area.

He had shortly cropped black hair that held just a hint of gray around his temples, stormy gray eyes, and chiseled features that made her think he could command the attention of any room at a moment’s notice.

Her insides did a funny little flip as she watched him take a swig of his beer, eyeing the flex of the corded muscles in his forearm. His silver watch gleamed from across the deck, and she could see the tendons bulge in the sure grip of his hand.

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