Page 32 of Loved by a SEAL

Ryan pressed his lips together.

As the men began to talk amongst themselves, Ryan’s mind drifted back to Saturday night after they’d left the bar. Jesus Christ. Sarah had stripped down right in front of him before running to the water. It’s like the woman was purposefully trying to get a rise out of him every time they saw one another—he smirked at the innuendo. Something was definitely rising when she was around.

Hell.

And then for him to leave her on the beach like that after their argument? She’d stormed off toward her friend Morgan, and he’d had half a mind to chase after her. But for what?

They weren’t together.

Any way it ended, he was going home alone.

Going out for a drink with her had been a big damn mistake. He wanted a little more time together, but to what end? It’s not like they’d spend the night together. Not like he’d ever date her. Sleep with her. Hell, even if she wasn’t Patrick’s sister, he didn’t have time. He’d left to go to base on a goddamn Saturday night for fuck’s sake.

He clenched his jaw.

“Everything okay?” Patrick asked.

“Fucking spectacular,” Ryan said, crossing his arms.

“We’ll get her,” Patrick assured him.

Of course Ice thought he was worried about the mission. What the hell else would he have on his mind? The Navy was his life. Was in his blood. He’d sweat, fought, and bled for his country.

“Damn straight.” He looked toward the team. “Gear up for a jump. We’ve got a plane leaving in 30 minutes for drills.”

“Looks like we’ll be arriving in camp by air,” Brent smirked.

“Did you hear that? Suit up, boys!” Mike called out, hollering back at the others as he was the first out of the room.

“Hot damn,” Matthew drawled, standing up from his seat.

The other men walked out of the bull pen toward the locker room, and Ryan narrowed his gaze at the aerial images on the massive computer screen. Rough terrain surrounded the camp. Hostiles surrounded the perimeter. And there in the middle of everything was likely the lone American woman who had no fucking business traveling to Afghanistan in the first place. He ground his jaw.

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