Page 39 of Hot SEAL, Under Pressure

“I’m starting to realize that.”

Like they were storming the beach for an attack, they leapt over the sides into the shallow water, each grabbing the boat and pulling it up onto the beach.

It was a beautiful thing, the precision with which they operated. Separate but one in motion and purpose.

The producer inside Shelly wanted to catch the action on tape.

The human in her was easily sidetracked from that thought when one—the SEAL she recognized as Mason—leaned over, reached inside the boat and emerged with a Starbucks bag.

She nearly fell to her knees at the sight and the anticipation.

Next to her, Stefan looked less excited as he planted his feet wide and folded his arms. “I didn’t expect this to be a team operation.”

“If you think you can call one of us for something like this and not get all of us then you’ve lost your damn mind.” The guy whose name she remembered was Danny laughed.

Sniffing, Stefan shook his head. “You guys must be really bored.”

“This is the most fun we’ve had since getting back from—” Mason didn’t finish the sentence as his gaze shot to her.

Flirt grabbed the bag from Mason’s hand and moved forward to stand in front of her. “Good morning. Coffee?”

“God, yes,” she answered with breathy enthusiasm.

“That’s what she said.” The mumbled comment from one of the SEALs was followed by chuckles from a few of the others and Shelly didn’t care.

Her icy hand was wrapped around a hot cup of coffee. Then that coffee was careening down her throat, warming her from the inside, fueling her spirit and her body.

Her eyes flitted closed as she let out an open-mouthed breath.

“Jeez, I need to start bringing women coffee instead of flowers if this is the reaction.” Flirt laughed.

She opened her eyes and saw Flirt’s dimples on full display as he smiled and watched her drink. “Being a castaway on a deserted island tends to make you appreciate the little things.”

“Littleis what I heard when it comes to Flirt.” The joke came from another undisclosed SEAL she couldn’t see behind the wall of muscle as Flirt blocked her view.

He shook his head. “Don’t listen to them.”

“Never even considered it.” She was too busy having a love affair with her StarbucksVenti.

He’d even added cream and sugar, just the way she liked it. How was that?

“How did you know how I take my coffee?” she asked.

He smiled, his green eyes twinkling with mischief as he lifted one shoulder. “Lucky guess.”

“Dickhead.” Stefan was next to her, scowling at Flirt before he turned to face her. “I told him how you take it.”

Stefan had another bag in his hand. This one with a familiar chain store logo on it. He thrust it at her. “Here. It’s not much but it’s dry and warm… I guessed at your sizes.”

She juggled the coffee, which she refused to set down, and the bag that she held in her free hand. She finally maneuvered and got a peek inside.

There she saw what looked like new underwear, socks, a sweatshirt and sweatpants.

She glanced up at Stefan. “You bought me underwear?”

“Hey. We both could have used some dry underwear last night after those damn sugar cookies we did,” Stefan bit out, sounding defensive.

“Sugar cookies?” Danny let out a hearty laugh. “Excellent. I hope that’s on video for us to see. No wonder you needed new skivvies.”

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