Page 52 of Loved by a SEAL

Chapter 14

Ryan clenched his jaw as the secure feed from the Pentagon appeared on the massive screen. The same roomful of admirals and generals he’d had a video conference with the other day were there, dressed in uniform.

“Captain Mitchell,” Admiral Davis said.

“Sir.”

“I understood your men were under fire during the convoy back to airport.”

“Affirmative. Two insurgent’s vehicles were destroyed. It was possibly an attempt to make a statement rather than to disrupt the convoy. The men were in old vehicles with minimal firepower. Didn’t stand a goddamn chance.”

“What’s the condition of the Senator’s daughter? The SITREP indicated she was on the outbound flight back with your team.”

“Yes, Sir. She was in good health. Dehydrated with some minor scratches and abrasions, but she hadn’t been harmed. My men reported that the insurgents had packed some of the vehicles to move out in the morning. The decision to move up the rescue operation may have saved her life.”

“Then I’m damn glad we arrived in time,” Admiral Davis barked, clearing his throat. “The Senator is being escorted by Capitol Police to Andrew’s Air Force base to meet his daughter upon arrival. Your team will fly back to Little Creek after making the drop.”

“Affirmative. They should land at Andrew’s at 2100.”

“I’m planning to meet the Senator there personally. I spoke with him briefly earlier, and he was eternally grateful to your men for rescuing his daughter.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Any word on your wounded man?”

Ryan stiffened. “Awaiting further word from Landstuhl. He had surgery to repair the shrapnel wounds and is slowly waking up. The doctors are expecting a full recovery.”

The Admiral nodded. “You saw the latest over the wires? A new SITREP indicates a second woman was kidnapped a few days ago.”

“Damn it,” Ryan muttered. “Is Delta team still there?”

“They’ll remain at the forward-operating base in Afghanistan until we get confirmation. A young British aid worker was taken from her convoy. It’s possible your team will deploy again nearly immediately after escorting the Senator’s daughter home.”

“Sir,” Ryan nodded, pressing his lips together.

As if he needed another shitstorm right now. They’d just put the Senator’s daughter on a goddamn plane home.

“Thank your men for their work,” the Admiral commended.

The secure feed disappeared, and Ryan scrubbed a hand through his hair. Hell of a few days. His phone ringing had awoken him from the dead of sleep earlier, and he’d left Sarah soundly sleeping in his bed to rush back to Little Creek.

His bed.

He fucking loved the sound of that.

Hopefully she was still asleep when he got back, because he planned to kiss her awake and then make love to her.

He pictured her nestled in his sheets where he’d left her, her hair spread out on his pillow, her breasts covered by that sexy as fuck lace bra. He’d wake her up with kisses all over her entire body.

Go down on her and make her beg him to bring her to orgasm again. Then he’d make love to her, like he’d wanted to do earlier. Slowly. Thoroughly. And fucking hell if she had to go back to Norfolk tonight. He’d drive her back himself and let her rest in the car just to have some more time with her.

He smirked as he imagined her surprise at his planned wake-up call. Hopefully she hadn’t even noticed he was gone.

He nodded at the other men in the bullpen as he headed back out for the night.

“Sir,” a young lieutenant said as he approached. “Commander Foster is awake.”

“Ice?” he asked, snapping to attention.

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