Page 66 of Married to a SEAL

“I don’t know if fun is the operative word when you’re stuck on a military transport—”

“But you jump out of airplanes for fun.”

“Hell of an adrenaline rush,” Patrick agreed, his cool blue eyes twinkling as she peeked over at him.

“It’s not actually the flying I mind—just the being over water part.”

“We’re just circling around before landing—barely over any water at all.”

“Holy crap—I used to always want to go to Hawaii. Now you couldn’t pay me enough to get there.”

Patrick lifted her hand to his lips and gently brushed his lips across the back of it, sending shivers racing down her spine. “So we’ll take an overnight flight there—you can sleep.”

“I don’t think they have overnight flights there from Virginia—not unless we go the wrong way around the world.”

Patrick’s deep laughter filled the cabin. “Now that would be a hell of a long flight even I wouldn’t want to take.”

“Amen,” Rebecca muttered.

“Fasten your seatbelts,” the flight attendant said over the loudspeaker. “We’ll be making our descent shortly.”

“I hate this part,” Rebecca whispered.

“We’ll be on the ground in a few minutes—on the beach in less than an hour.”

Her stomach lurched as she glanced out the window and saw the buildings at a weird angle below. Quickly she pulled the shade down, enjoying the sound of it hitting the bottom. “We live right by an actual beach—we could’ve just driven there without flying in this death trap.”

“And then we’d be hauling around pails and shovels, showering off sandy kids, and making chicken nuggets for dinner. As much as I love our family time, that’s not exactly a romantic honeymoon.” He ducked his head lower, so that his lips were at her ear. “And I have plenty of kid-free activities for us in mind.”

Rebecca smiled, her cheeks heating as a surge of warmth washed over her. “And exactly what would those be?” she asked, meeting his gaze.

Patrick wove his fingers between hers, his thick fingers nudging hers apart. Reminding her of all the ways he loved to touch her. “You. Me. A king-sized bed,” he said, his voice low. “I know we’re at the beach, but I might change my mind about going there right away—definitely not within an hour of landing.”

“And what would we be doing instead?” she teased.

“Not leaving our room for the first twenty-four hours. At least.”

She laughed and then gasped in surprise as the plane gently touched down, speeding along the runaway.

“What was that bump? Did we just land?” Gingerly she lifted the shade on the window, watching the trees swiftly pass by as the plane raced along.

“We landed. Safe and sound here in Mexico.”

“Well you’re certainly good at distracting me.”

“And baby’s okay?” he asked, eyeing her stomach. “No sickness?”

“Baby is perfect. I know you were recovering before, too, but seriously, I never could’ve taken this flight a month ago. I would’ve needed all the barf bags on the plane. Ick,” she said with a shudder.

“Sarah assured me the resort is top-notch. You won’t need to worry about if anything we’re eating is safe while we’re here.”

“I still can’t believe Ryan gave you the time off. I mean, Sarah told me it was all under control, but you never know with her. When you left early this morning, I couldn’t help feeling like the honeymoon wasn’t happening at all.”

“And the thought of clueing me in didn’t cross your mind?” he asked with a chuckle, raising his eyebrows.

“It did, but I also know the way your job works. If something had come up and we couldn’t go, you’d just feel guilty. And if you had to deploy right away on some important mission, I didn’t want your mind on this. Distracted. You were supposed to be going back to work and wouldn’t have known the difference.”

“Fair enough,” he said. “It was a hell of a surprise when the CO told me to leave this morning.”

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