Page 15 of SEAL's Harmony
“Yeah. That’s it, I’m missing the smell of BO and farts. Ain’t nothing like it,” Ry teased.
“Fuck you. Now get your smelly ass to the Ready Room so we can sniff each other. Oh, Quinn said to tell you that the first round is on you.”
“Whatever. Fine. I’ll see you soon.”
Quinn Gallagher was their team boss, also known as Falcon One when they were on a mission. He could be a hardass and had a temper to go with his Irish ancestry, but Ry wouldn’t want to serve with anyone else. Their team, like all the teams, was a well-oiled machine, even when they aggravated the fuck out of each other.
Ry decided to shower first and then call Harmony. He left Whiskey on the couch watching Animal Planet on the TV, and he grabbed his beer as he headed to the bathroom. The beard was itchy as hell and the caveman look wasn’t for him.
After a steamy shower, he wiped down the mirror and shaved. It was crazy how furry he’d gotten in a month. He needed a haircut, but that would have to wait for another day. At least when he saw Harmony, he’d look human and not like Bigfoot. If he was lucky, he’d convince her to join them at the Ready Room.
Whiskey was still on the couch, watching the television, when Ry came into the living room and grabbed his phone off the coffee table. He pulled up her contact information and clicked on her number. Anticipation had him pacing as he waited to hear her sexy voice.
Harmony kicked off her heels as soon as she stepped into her apartment. Her feet were throbbing. It was the first time she’d worn those shoes, and it would be the last time she wore them for work. Padding barefoot into the kitchen, she poured herself a glass of water and contemplated what to have for dinner as her stomach growled.
There was leftover spaghetti and meatballs from the weekend, but she’d already eaten it twice and was over it. That left eggs or her go-to dinner—a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
“PB&J it is,” she said to herself as she pulled the jar of grape jelly out of the fridge. She’d just grabbed the peanut butter when her phone rang. The sound startled her and the jar fell out of her hand onto her already sore foot. Thank goodness it was plastic, or she’d probably have ended up in the ER.
Flustered, she pulled the phone from her pocket and answered without checking the caller. “Hello?”
“Harmony? It’s Ry, is everything okay?”
“Hi. Yup, everything is fine. Just me being me.”
Ry chuckled. The deep rumble made her toes curl against the cool tile floor and heat pool in her belly. “Oh, okay. Do I want to know?”
“Probably not. But it’s nothing serious. Just a minor mishap with the peanut butter,” she answered, as she looked at the bruise forming on the top of her foot. “Before I forget, thank you for the note you left on my windshield. It was a wonderful surprise.”
“I’m glad. I really had a good time and so did Whiskey. He can’t wait to do it again.”
“Oh yeah? Did he tell you that?” Harmony giggled.
“Yup, he’ll tell you himself if you ask. Hold on, I’ll put you on speaker. He’s sitting on the couch watching TV with me.”
“Wait, what? Dogs watch television?”
“I don’t know about all dogs, but Whiskey does. He even has his favorite stations. Okay, he can hear you. Go ahead and ask him.”
It should have felt silly to talk to a dog, but Whiskey seemed more human than animal. “Hi, Whiskey. Did you have a good time today?”
“Woof woof.”
“Do you want to go again?” She asked.
“Wooofffff.”
“See, I told you. He knows what you’re saying. He’s smarter than your average dog.”
“I figured that out when he saved me and the wedding cake at Rafe and Meghan’s wedding. He was a hero that day.”
“Woof woof.”
Harmony grinned, even though neither of the males on the other end of the phone could see her. “I had a good time, too. Even though what happened with Mr. Ericson was upsetting.”
“Did he contact you again?”
“No, not yet. He probably won’t after what happened today. I spent most of the afternoon trying to figure out a way to help him, but couldn’t come up with anything. I’m heartbroken for them.”
