Page 9 of Loved by a SEAL

Chapter 3

“Thanks again for letting me crash here,” Sarah said the next afternoon in Morgan’s townhouse, touching up her lipgloss.

She dropped it into her hobo purse, alongside her wallet and smart phone. Rummaging through her bag, she finally produced her bronzer, and dusted a bit across her face, eyeing the tiny little mirror that came in the compact.

“Looking awfully fancy for a barbeque with your brother,” Morgan teased.

“Give me a break. I had no idea Ryan was going to be there. He never comes to things like that—and trust me, I’ve been to plenty. I get to visit and check out the eye candy.”

“Who said anything about Ryan?”

“Very funny,” Sarah said, tossing a throw pillow at Morgan from across the room. She collapsed onto the sofa, moving her bag to the floor. “I think I got too much sun today,” she said, glancing down at her forearms.

“How could you possibly have? I think you used SPF 1000.”

“There’s no such thing and you know it. Besides, I don’t want all the damaging free radicals from the sun ruining my skin. Do you know how quickly that ages you?”

Morgan shook her head. “Where do you come up with this stuff?”

“Scientists came up with it—not me. You’ll be sorry when you’re 50 and covered in wrinkles.”

Morgan shrugged. “I’m the only redhead on Earth who can get any semblance of a tan—I plan on using that to my advantage. And when I’m 50, I won’t care if I’m wrinkled because I’ll be old. It goes hand in hand.”

“Uh-huh. Trust me. You’ll be sorry.”

Morgan sank into a comfy chair across from Sarah, eyeing her outfit. “Cute dress.”

“That was all I packed for the weekend—bikinis and sundresses.”

“I’m sure Mr. Hottie wouldn’t mind seeing you prancing around in a bikini.”

Sarah smirked. “He wishes. Or not. I’ve never even seen him with a woman. Some of the other men on Patrick’s SEAL team used to bring dates when I came along to their parties or beach bonfires. I never saw Ryan with anyone. Not that he usually showed up.”

Morgan shrugged. “It was work, right? Unless he had a girlfriend, I can see why he wouldn’t. Isn’t he in charge of the whole team?”

“I guess. Maybe even a few SEAL teams. Don’t know, don’t care. So what are you up to tonight? You could come with.”

“No can do. While you were busy showering and primping for the barbeque, one of the guys from last night texted me.”

“You gave him your number?”

“Why are you looking at me like that? It’s not like I gave him a blowjob or something.”

Sarah snorted. “Fair enough. So you’re going out?”

“Yep. Mike and I are meeting for drinks at a different bar down by the beach. Maybe dinner; we’ll see. You should meet up with us later on. A lot of the bars have live music on Saturday nights. We can dance, have fun. And it’ll give me a chance to ditch him if things go south.”

“I might. I’ll text you from Patrick’s and see how things are going—maybe you and Romeo will need a little alone time and won’t want me there. And hey, if I don’t hear from you, just tie something to the doorknob so I know not to disturb you later on,” she added, waggling her eyebrows.

“Ha ha. I’m not having hot and heavy sex with a guy I just met.”

“Never say never.”

“Umm-hmm. Been there, done that.”

Sarah jumped up, grabbing her purse from the floor. “Hey, we were all young and foolish in college. I don’t generally sleep with a man I just met either.”

“Generally?” Morgan asked.

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