Page 65 of Married to a SEAL

“Come again?”

“You just got married and spent months in recovery. Go take your goddamn honeymoon.”

“Sir—”

“That’s an order, Ice.”

“What about training for the Bogota op? Ten days isn’t far off. I’ve been sidelined for months.”

“We’ll see you at 0600 a week from today. The team will be gearing up for deployment that week—the men can continue training without you.”

“Who-hoo!” Brent whooped. “Ice is gonna get lucky tonight!”

Patrick silenced him with a glare.

“The CO is right,” Christopher said. “Take Rebecca on a honeymoon—hell knows when you’ll get a chance to be alone again with a baby on the way. With us deploying all the damn time.”

“I can’t just leave the team to train alone. I’ve been out for months—I need to get my damn head back in the game. Get briefed on the newest intel.”

“You can and you will,” Ryan said. “Next week. The guys had to train while you were in recovery. One more week away isn’t going to make a difference. There’s no way the Pentagon is sending us in until the DEA agents finish and the meeting between the two cartels takes place. Now get out of here and take your wife on a honeymoon before I change my mind.”

“But the kids—”

“Will be fine. Sarah’s already got that covered,” Ryan said, a slight smirk on his lips.

“Sarah,” Patrick muttered. “I should’ve know letting her get involved with you was a mistake.”

The corners of Ryan’s eyes crinkled as he tried not to smile. “She’s persistent—I’ll give you that.”

“Persistent, pushy—”

“Dating the CO,” Matthew drawled, a lopsided grin on his face.

“Hell,” Patrick muttered.

“Now get out of here, Ice. It turns out that Sarah is also good at making travel arrangements.”

“My sister planned my honeymoon?” Patrick asked, his brow creasing. “We’ll probably be staying in sustainable resource huts somewhere eating vegan, cruelty-free dinners. Do they even have running water, or is that too much of a waste of resources? Maybe I should pack some MREs just to be safe.”

Ryan chuckled. “See you next Monday. Wheel’s up in four hours, Ice. Dismissed.”

Patrick muttered a curse before saluting his CO and then went to grab the gear he’d just stashed in his locker. He’d call Rebecca from his SUV and see if she knew anything about their surprise trip.

Honeymoon.

Hell, she was probably in on it with his sister. After the surprise party he’d let the men pull off without her knowledge this weekend, she was probably thrilled to pull one over on him.

Patrick slid his sunglasses on as he beat feet back across the parking lot on base. Clicking the keyless entry on his remote, and he climbed into his SUV and revved the engine.

Hell of a way to start a Monday.

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Rebecca clasped Patrick’s hand late that afternoon as the airplane banked to the right and began to make its slow descent toward the airport a few miles away in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. The blue water from the Pacific glistened in the sunlight, the skies shown bright and clear, and she squeezed his hand tighter and closed her eyes.

“We’re almost down,” Patrick said, his deep voice soothing. “We’re not even over the water.”

“I still can’t believe you fly regularly for fun.”

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