Page 92 of SEAL Summer Escape

He’d be kissing and teasing her perfect body all night.

Mason grumbled under his breath, tapping the weather app on his phone.“Storms are moving in this afternoon.We should be good to go this morning though.We won’t have another full day on the water, but we can get in a few hours of fishing.It’s a little overcast out, but that won’t hurt anything.”

“Are you sure it’s okay?”Taylor asking, frowning.“What if the water’s really choppy or something?Is it safe?”

“I wouldn’t put you in harm’s way,” Mason assured her.“I wouldn’t go out if I thought it was dangerous.Noah and I are used to training in bad weather, but I don’t want to be out there with you on the boat in a storm.We can head out for a couple of hours this morning and then come back early.Be safe at home before the first rains drops even hit.”

“Well, if you’re sure,” she said hesitantly.

Noah glanced over at them.“It should be fine, Taylor.We’ll come back long before the storm is supposed to roll in.”

She nodded, still looking nervous, and Noah glanced toward Bailey’s closed bedroom door.“Is she still asleep?”he asked.

“She’s a night-owl,” Taylor said.She picked up her own coffee mug and took a sip.“So am I, really, thanks to my work hours at Anchors.I’ve gotten used to Mason waking up early though.”She shrugged.

A moment later, Bailey came padding out of her bedroom, wearing a pale pink tank top and floral sleep shorts.Her hair was twisted up in a messy bun, and she collapsed on the sofa beside Noah.

“Morning, sunshine,” he said with a grin, watching as she curled her legs up beneath her.She was cute as hell in those little pajamas.Whatever the hell women called them.

“What’s everyone talking about?”she asked with a yawn.

“There’s a storm coming later this afternoon,” Mason said.“We thought we’d head out early and get some fishing in to beat the rain.”

“Sounds good,” she said.Her gaze drifted to the overcast skies outside.“I won’t be able to get much of a tan,” she said.

“Well, tomorrow’s our last day, and the weather’s supposed to be perfect,” Taylor said.“We can find something else to do this afternoon and enjoy the sunshine tomorrow on the boat.”

“All right,” Bailey said.“So when do we go?”

Mason shrugged.“How long do you ladies need to get ready?”

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NOAH WATCHED AS BAILEYshivered slightly as the winds picked up.She zipped up the hoodie she was wearing, standing there wearing that and her bikini bottoms, holding the fishing pole.

“I’m not catching anything,” she said.“So much for my good luck yesterday.”

“It’s probably the pending storm,” Noah said.“The fish all swam deeper where the water is calm.They’re not biting today.”

“Not at all,” Mason said with a chuckle.“Good thing we grilled extra yesterday.We can have leftovers tonight or go out if you ladies prefer.There are supposed to be some great restaurants nearby.”

“I’m good with either,” Taylor said.She reached in her bag and pulled out her camera, adjusting the lens.

“You’re taking pictures today?”Noah asked.“The sky is overcast.”

“The sun was so bright yesterday, there was a glare on the water.I should actually be able to get some better photos today with the cloud cover.”

“Makes sense,” he agreed, his gaze drifting toward the whitecaps in the distance.

Mason glanced over at him, raising his eyebrows.He’d noticed the same thing.Although the forecast wasn’t predicting the storm to roll in for another couple of hours, the seas were getting rough.

“Is that rain?”Bailey asked, looking at the clouds in the distance.There was a distinct line on the horizon where the rain had started—darker gray than the rest of the sky.She reeled in her fishing line, resting the pole against the stern.“I’m going to put my shorts back on—it’s getting kind of chilly.”

Noah watched as she stepped into her cut-off denim shorts, trying not to bemoan the loss of the sexy hot pink bikini she’d had on.Bailey seemed to love bright colors, and hell if he didn’t love watching her in them.

She’d look equally sexy in nothing at all, but that long blonde hair and the dresses and bikinis she’d worn on the trip worked for him.She slid on her flip-flops, and Noah noticed that even her toenails were painted hot pink.She took off her sunglasses, stashing them in her bag.Her tiny little eyebrow ring gleamed as she turned, and he resisted a groan.

He was dying to peel off her clothes and discover all her secrets.

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