Page 15 of Married to a SEAL

Evan took a sip of his own milkshake as he sprawled out in the sand beside Alison and grinned. “Man, this story has gotta be good. Rebecca’s blushing like crazy, and Patrick looks like the cat that ate the canary.”

“Thanks a helluva lot, Flip,” Patrick said, calling him by his nickname.

“A cat isn’t how I’d ever describe Patrick,” Alison said. “More like a prowling predator.”

“It’s an expression, babe,” Evan said with a chuckle.

“What story?” Abby asked from her towel, ice cream covering her mouth. “I want to hear a story!”

“There’s no story,” Rebecca said. “Finish eating your ice cream before it melts.”

Patrick leaned closer, speaking low in her ear as conversation continued on around them. “The next time I deploy, I’m going to be remembering that every single night. Hell, I’ll probably be dreaming of whipped cream. Imagining coming home to you.”

She shivered in delight, and he took hold of her hand. “I might have to spend the night again tonight,” he quipped. “Just to make sure it’s forever seared in my memory.”

Evan and Alison watched them in amusement as the kids obliviously continued eating their ice cream.

“This explains the text we got this morning, Ali,” Evan said with a grin. “Those two can’t keep their hands off one another.”

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