Page 18 of Hot SEAL, Under Pressure

“Yeah, I was thinking something along those lines—” Shelly stopped, seeing Joanne’s mind was already elsewhere, as the woman herself would soon be if her slight shift in weight to her forward foot was any indication. “Clay pulled them out ofUnder Pressure. He won’t let her compete pregnant. We’re short one team.”

Joanne’s weight and her glance both shifted back toward the meeting room and Shelly. “So get another team.”

“Oh, okay. I can do that. I was thinking maybe an active—”

Joanna shook her head. “I don’t care. Use your judgement. You know what I want by now.”

“Yes. I do. Okay. Thanks.”

Joanne was headed for the editing room by the time Shelly called out her thanks and finally controlled her babbling.

“So who do you want?” Jonas asked.

She’d forgotten he was still there. “Let’s take a look at what we shot of those SEALs who were on the obstacle course. The ones I had you get releases from.”

“Okay.” He nodded, following her to her desk. “One guy was really good. He beat all the others’ times.”

“Then we’ll call him,” she agreed.

“Actually, we might want to call his command first. My brother’s in the Navy. The guy wouldn’t be able to agree until he gets permission from his command.”

She glanced at her assistant, impressed. “Good to know. Can you handle that?”

“Sure can.”

“Great.” That was one thing off her plate. Now she could concentrate on getting the best female counterpart.

It didn’t matter which SEAL Jonas got. They were all in amazing shape. They’d look great on camera. And the faster their choice was, the more likely he would spur the other contestants into being more competitive, which made good television.

“As long as it’s not that guy I had that fight with. The one who refused to sign,” she added as she sat and pulled out the stack of releases from her file to hand to him.

Remembering the argument she’d gotten into with the SEAL who’d refused to sign the release had her blood pressure rising all over again.

She’d tried to explain to him how they’d have to blur out his face in every shot he was in if he didn’t sign, but he didn’t seem to care.

Selfish ass.

All his friends were thrilled. They all wanted to know more about the show so they could make sure to watch for it.

But not Mister Obnoxious.

She glanced up and saw the strange expression on Jonas’s face. “He was the fastest one.”

Shelly let out a snort. Having the obnoxious one on set would make her already difficult job harder. “Who was the second best?”

“The second best?” He raised his brows.

“Yeah. Do you know?” she asked.

He flipped through the stack of release forms in his hand before he nodded. “Ty Hogan came in second.”

“Which one was he?” she asked pawing through her memory of that action filled day.

“About thirty. Dark hair. Green eyes. The other guys called him Flirt.”

“Yes. I remember him. The one with the dimples. Perfect. Get him.”

The camera would love him. The females on the set sure did.

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