Page 29 of Loved by a SEAL

“Patrick? How’d he even know your number?”

“Ryan. Ryan texted me. And who knows? Don’t Navy SEALs know everything? My cell number isn’t even listed anywhere.”

“Ryan texted you? What did he want? He looked pissed as hell when I came out of the water. And even angrier that I wouldn’t let him drive me back.”

“He just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Such a gentleman,” Sarah said sarcastically. “He insisted on driving and then left me there.”

“Well he did offer you a ride,” Morgan said. “What was he supposed to do? Sling you over his shoulder caveman style?”

Sarah smirked. “I would’ve freaking killed him.”

“I think he knew that. Besides, it gave me a good opportunity to ditch Mike.”

“So what’d you tell him?”

“Who—Mike?”

“No,” Sarah said, sitting up so her legs fell to the ground. “Commander Hot—I mean Ryan.”

Morgan smirked. “What was he doing with you anyway? Not that I care that you brought him along. But Friday night you were going on and on about how insufferable he is.”

“Long story. One not worth recounting.”

“Uh-huh. So what time do you have to head out? Are you staying for the day?”

“Yep. We can hit the beach, maybe grab dinner later, and I’ll drive back to Norfolk after the traffic dies down.”

“Sounds like a plan. So are you up for doing brunch? Or should we eat here?”

“It’s seven-freaking-a.m. I’m not leaving your house for several more hours at the earliest.”

Morgan laughed and turned to walk to the kitchen. “Pancakes okay?” she asked.

“Only if they’re gluten—”

“—free. Got it. I’ll make some vegan organic banana pancakes for you. The good stuff I’ll save for myself.”

“Smart ass,” Sarah said, getting up and following her friend into the kitchen.

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