Page 3 of SEAL's Providence
“Yup, that’s him.” Grace grinned. “Not what you expected? He’s a total silver fox, right?”
“Grace, dammit, you’re not supposed to notice any men but me,” Lucky grumbled as he pulled her close and gave her a kiss.
“I can look. I’m not dead, just better behaved now.”
Lucky gave Grace the side eye and Providence cracked up.
“You’d better behave, or you know what happens,” Lucky said.
“Yeah, yeah.” Rolling her eyes, Grace grinned. “Providence meet my stud muffin, Luca Rossi, but everyone calls him Lucky because he snagged me.”
Lucky chortled. “That’s not why, but it works. Nice to meet you, Providence. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Providence shook his hand. “I’ve heard plenty about you, too. It’s great to put the face with the stories.”
“Grace? What have you been telling people?”
“Nothing bad, I promise.” Grace kissed him on the cheek. “Let me introduce you to everyone else. Unless you want to, Tempest?”
“I’ll do it. I think your man needs his hurt butt soothed. You guys are just a bunch of big babies.”
“What? We’re hardass SEALs, not babies.”Lucky’s huge grin foiled his attempt to look offended.
Lucky was a handsome man, they all were, but Providence’s gaze continued to drift toward the commander. Holy shit balls. She couldn’t even see all of him, but what she could—whoa. The man was scorching.
“Providence?” Tempest asked.
“Yeah? Ugh, sorry.”
Tempest smirked.
“What?” Providence realized it probably hadn’t been the first time she’d called her name. She could feel her cheeks heat. Dammit.
“Quinn, Doc, this is Providence. She’s one of the new base doctors. Well, not so new now,” Tempest said.
“Hi. Nice to meet y’all.” Providence reached out to shake their hands.
Quinn removed his sunglasses as he stood to greet her. His light-green eyes, like the color of a peridot stone, gleamed in the afternoon sunshine. “Are you settling in okay? Depending on your prior duty station, Little Creek can definitely be an adjustment.”
“So far, I’m loving it here. I’d hoped it would be a good choice for my last duty station to finish outmy time.”Damn, was there anyone on this team not drool worthy?
“Nice. If you need any help with anything, just let us know.”
“I will, thanks.”
“Fergus or Doc,” he said as he reached for Providence’s hand. “Just don’t call me Fergie, or I’ll have to kill you.”
Providence grinned at the medic. His eyes remained hidden behind his glasses. She wondered what else he might be hiding. Providence was good at reading people, and the eyes were the largest clue.
“Got it. No Fergie unless I’m looking for a permanent discharge.”
Doc snickered. “Oh, I like you already.”
“Good. Try to remember that if you end up in my exam room. I seem to make more enemies than friends.”
“No worries, we’re cool. We work hard and have the scars to prove it. If we end up on your table, we only have ourselves to blame for fucking up.”
“We’ll see, I guess, or hopefully not.” Providence grinned. She liked these guys. This afternoon was going better than she’d expected. Tempest had been right about how laid back they were.
