Page 36 of SEAL's Tempest
“He’ll be fine. This is just another day at the office for us,” Quinn said into her ear.
“Right. You’re a bunch of tough guys, how could I forget,” Tempest said.
“You catch on fast.” Lucky chuckled.
Doc helped Josh to sit up, then he grabbed his shoulder and shoved it back into place. She’d expected him to scream, but Josh just closed his eyes and clenched his jaw.
“Better?” Doc asked.
“Yeah, but you could have warned me first,” Josh grumbled.
“Now what fun would that be?” Doc grinned. “We need to stitch up your back, but for now, I’ll clean it up.”
“He’s really okay, then?” Tempest asked, still not sure she believed it.
“Yes, he dislocated his shoulder, bruised his ribs, and he tore up his back, but he’s going to be fine,” Doc said as he pulled out supplies to work on Josh’s back.
Josh reached for her hand and gave it a squeeze. “I told you no one was blowing up today.”
Ry chuckled. “That sounds like a line from a movie.”
“You know it might be,” Lucky added. “Smooth, Josh. You going to hang up your fins and head to Hollywood?”
“Fuck no. You’re the pretty boy,” Josh responded.
Hearing their banter finally eased Tempest’s fear. The relief brought more tears to her eyes, but she blinked them back, hoping no one noticed. The last thing she wanted was to show weakness.
Whiskey nudged Tempest’s hand, and she scratched the dog behind the ears. “You’re a good boy.”
When his long tongue licked her cheek, she laughed.
“I’m not sure I taste very good,” Tempest said.
As the guys turned toward her with grins on their faces, mortified heat flooded her cheeks.Men.
Josh burst out laughing. Tempest wanted to kick him. She probably would have if he didn’t already have blood all over him.
Ry looked back and forth between them and smirked. “He won’t care. He’s a dog. Everything tastes good to him.”
Quinn shook his head. “Time to get moving.” He handed Josh and Tempest comms. “I don’t expect to need them, but you never know when Murphy will show up to fuck things up.”
Josh nodded, and Tempest put hers on.
A blast went off a few blocks over from the location of the smoke billowing into the sky, followed by machine gun file.
“Now,” Quinn said.
In minutes, everyone was up and running. Lucky carried Josh’s pack to keep the pressure off his shoulder and back.
“Is the EXFIL the same?” Tempest asked.
“Yes.” Quinn checked his watch. “We have about twenty minutes to get there.”
The team’s precision impressed her. They’d obviously worked together for a long time, either that or they could read each other’s minds.
“Do you want me to take your pack?” Ry asked.
Her shoulder hurt like a bitch, and she’d probably bruised her ribs. But she wasn’t going to complain. Lucky and Quinn looked pretty beat up, too, and no one was helping them.
