Page 35 of SEAL Ever After

“Ice, is everything alright?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” Patrick confirmed. “Sarah’s and my parents flew in, and I wanted to let you know they’re at their hotel. We picked them up at the airport and dropped them off. I texted Sarah but didn’t hear back.”

Ryan chuckled. “Yeah, she’s busy with her girlfriends at the hotel tonight.”

“Roger that,” Patrick said as he chuffed out a laugh. “I assume you’ll talk to her at some point.”

“Presumably,” Ryan commented dryly. He walked down the hallway and sat down at his desk, pulling up the surveillance footage on his computer screen. “I don’t know what she and her friends have planned exactly, but I’ll send her a text. I’m going to look over my security footage and call it a night.”

“Understood. There’s been nothing out of the ordinary here.”

“Here either. And we’ve been getting updates on base,” Ryan said. “All should go smoothly tomorrow. Sarah and I will be out of the country on our honeymoon, but if anything urgent comes up, I’d like to be updated.”

“We’ll keep you informed,” Patrick assured him.

“I’ll see you at seventeen hundred then.”

“We’ll see you then. Goodnight.”

Ryan set his cell phone down and quickly reviewed the surveillance footage, not noticing anything out of the ordinary. Both teams had confirmed they were taking extra precautions with their families but hadn’t noticed anything unusual either. The leaked names of the Alpha team were looking to be a minimal worry at the moment.

There’d been no sightings of the men who’d escaped jail, and it looked like Ryan and his SEAL teams were not in any immediate danger. He’d marry Sarah tomorrow and enjoy his honeymoon with her. Officially move her into his place when they got back and hopefully start a family together.

Nothing sounded better than that.

Chapter 17

Sarah spun around in her fluffy hotel robe, holding her arms up in the air. “That was the best freaking massage of my entire life. Dear God, after that, I’m totally booking a couple’s massage for us on our honeymoon.”

“I agree,” Morgan said, collapsing down on the king-sized bed in Sarah’s hotel room. “That was amazing. We should’ve done brunch afterward though. With all the food, mimosas, and the hour-long massage, I need a little siesta.”

“Then take a power nap,” Sarah joked. “The makeup artist will be here soon to unpack things and set up, and we’ve got our hair appointments.”

“Did you decide to wear a veil?” Bree asked.

“Just for the ceremony—and did you see these cute little dangly earrings I got?” she asked, crossing the room to the dresser. She held them up for Morgan and Bree.

“Cute!” Bree said. “Oh, I think that’s the makeup artist at the door. I’ll go let her in.”

Sarah walked back and forth in the bedroom, continuing to talk to Morgan, who was still lounging on the bed. “Okay, so we’ve got all the last-minute stuff, right? My mom will be coming up here later on, too. She booked her hair appointment with whoever Rebecca usually sees. The cake was delivered to the restaurant; the florist texted that she’s on her way….”

Morgan sat back up. “You’re flushing! I never thought I’d see you as a blushing bride.”

“I’m excited!” Sarah said. “It’s all finally happening.” She glanced over to the closet, looking at her wedding gown hanging there. “God, just a few short hours, and I’ll be walking down the aisle. I just want everything to be perfect, you know?”

“It will be,” Morgan assured her.

“Oh, I forgot to text Ryan back earlier,” Sarah said, grabbing her phone. His message was still on the screen.

I can’t wait to make you mine, baby girl. See you soon.

Sarah quickly thumbed a response.

See you at the end of the aisle! xoxo

“Men have it so easy,” she said. “Ryan’s basically got nothing to do to get ready—shower, shave, and throw on his uniform. We’re spending the entire day getting ready.”

“Special delivery for Ms. Foster!” Bree said in a sing-song voice. She walked in carrying a vase of white and red roses and a small velvet box.

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