Page 1 of Married to a SEAL

Chapter 1

Rebecca Mayes glanced out the window of her office Friday afternoon, looking at Virginia Beach and the sparkling waters of the Atlantic Ocean glistening in the distance. She brushed a lock of her brown, wavy hair back behind her ear and blew out a sigh. It was a perfect beginning-of-summer day, the kind that begged to be spent at the ocean, and she was stuck inside.

Along with the rest of the working world.

“Rebecca, are you ready to head to court?” her legal assistant asked, poking her head in the doorway.

“Yes, I’m coming in a minute,” Rebecca said, gathering the papers and files spread out on her desk. “Let me just make sure I have everything.” She stacked the folders into a neat pile and slipped them into her leather briefcase before pulling her long hair back into an intricate twist. She looked older and more professional with her hair pulled back, not that she had a problem holding her own in the courtroom.

“Just keeping you on schedule.”

“And I appreciate it,” Rebecca said as she stood. “As does the soon-to-be ex-Mrs. Miller.”

Her assistant chuckled. “That bad, huh?”

Rebecca strode toward the door of her office, poised in her heels and skirt suit. “This is the case where they’d been married for twenty years and the husband cheated on her with their nineteen-year-old neighbor.”

“Lovely. Exactly why I plan to never get married.”

“Never say never.”

“Easy for you to say when you’ve got a hunky Navy SEAL boyfriend who’s utterly devoted to you.”

Rebecca laughed. “Actually, I don’t think either of us plans to get married again anytime soon. We’re pretty happy with the way things are. Why rock the boat?”

“You’ve been spending too much time with Patrick and his Navy buddies,” her assistant said, referring to Rebecca’s boyfriend Navy SEAL Patrick “Ice” Foster and his SEAL team. “‘Rock the boat?’ Next you’ll be telling me to drop and give you twenty push-ups.”

“More like a hundred or so,” Rebecca said with a laugh. “That SEAL training is brutal. I kind of prefer sticking to my office and the courtroom, thank you very much. Patrick and his team are out drilling on the water today anyway. And I could definitely do without the whole jumping out of helicopters into the ocean thing.”

“I could go for a day at the beach—especially on a sunny Friday afternoon.”

“Yeah, just another day of simulated water rescues. They don’t exactly relax on the sand like you or me—not that I consider chasing after Abby or Logan the least bit relaxing.”

“Remind me never to have kids, either,” her assistant chuckled. “I wouldn’t mind working out with one of those SEALs though—in theory at least. I’m not going to pretend I could keep up with them. Or that I want to jump out of airplanes. But all that one-on-one attention with a smoking hot guy? A little mouth-to-mouth resuscitation? Too bad they’re all taken.”

Rebecca laughed. “The guys on Patrick’s team are. But there are other military guys over at Little Creek. Even another SEAL team. I’ll ask around—but I should warn you. Patrick’s not really the type to do any sort of set-up.”

“And do these single Navy men from base come to those infamous cookouts of yours?”

Rebecca glanced over at her assistant with a grin.

“Just asking for a friend of course.”

“Of course,” Rebecca said smoothly. “I’ll keep you posted. Patrick does love hosting barbeques. And fortunately for you, summer is here.”

“Not a bad time for weddings, either, if you don’t mind my saying.”

“Been there, done that. And Patrick has, too. We’re over at each other’s houses all the time anyway. Our kids are settled where they are—in their own house and school. I don’t see that changing anytime soon.”

“Well, you know what a wise attorney colleague once told me?”

“What’s that?” Rebecca asked, absentmindedly digging her keys from her briefcase.

“Never say never.”

Rebecca chuckled as she slid on her sunglasses.

“Touché.”

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